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“Bangor, I guess.”

Ronatario — Thu, 10 May 2012 03:26:02 GMT

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“I thought you hated all of that heavy lifting Ken put you through?”

He did have a point, why do you want to go act as deliverymen with Ken exactly? Your feet still hurt from last time. You wore a smile on your face whenever he looked over his shoulder to check on you, but the second he turned away to take the lead you’d immediately cry. This wasn’t “an enjoyable experience”, this was torture, abuse! It was like weights were crushing your very being with each step taken! Miles covered, the chance of a knife to the back always at high.

Ken’s fat jokes didn’t help.

“Well, I mean, do you have anything else to do?”

“Xi’s just around the-”

“If he wants alone time he wants alone time!” You knew Xi better than his own blood, if Xi didn’t want to show up then he had his reasons. “Anyway, Ken is probably the only one who could probably fight off those bandits. Might as well tag along.”

“Why do I feel like you’re selling us short.”

“Better me than him.”

Without even giving him a second look you start walk down the pathway.

“Hey! Wait up!” you hear him chase after you.

Spiral Hill, a relic of the past. You didn’t look back at it, as you hadn’t for years. It was a new day, a new start, and you knew that looking to the past wouldn’t change anything. What was done was done, your mistakes, your troubles, none of that mattered. It was time to move on. But you couldn’t help but feel a little sting in your chest as you put one foot in front of the other, putting it behind.

Maybe one day you’d come back, just to bring closure to this place.

That, however, is for another day.

[[Time to head off to Bangor!]]

“Hey Rel? You done day dreaming?"

Ronatario — Thu, 10 May 2012 02:54:27 GMT

Ronatario: Created page with 'Snapping back to reality, you awaken to Hon’s curious face, looking at you with wide blue eyes. A bit surprised, you back a few steps away. You then look to your surroundings, …'

Snapping back to reality, you awaken to Hon’s curious face, looking at you with wide blue eyes. A bit surprised, you back a few steps away. You then look to your surroundings, it’s a shop full of clothing, a mirror in the corner, the Dunbarton Tailor. You then turn your attention back to Hon and realize he’s tossed aside his old skirt and blouse combination in exchange for an even more girly outfit, this one consisting of a large sash across his chest, wrapping around his body in ways that could not be comfortable, all held together by a single bowknot in the back, ribbon like.

He smiles and bridges his fingers together. “How do I look?” His tone is playfully annoying.

“Do you really want me to tell you?”

“I’ll take it back, then.” Not looking too disappointed by your statement, he merrily skips to the dressing room, having too much fun. I’m not paying for those.

You remember now, the two of you had made it to Dunbarton to go look over the prices and, hopefully, run into Hon’s brother, Xi. Once there, him and you looked at the shops outside but somehow ended up stuck in a shopping spree. Or what would be a shopping spree, if either of you weren’t such cheapskates.

You must’ve fell asleep, Hon’s modeling career doesn’t exactly pique your interests.

Small and cozy, this was definitely the same shop, same as ever. You yourself were never much of a fashionista, preferring durable armor as opposed to stylish dresses, but you still came to visit this old store every once in a while, sometimes as Hon’s second opinion, other times as a treat to yourself after a long day of work. You rarely bought anything, but it was nice to play dress up in expensive clothes for a change. Just because you have a preference for efficiency over appearance doesn’t mean you don’t like looking nice, both durable and attractive you would say to yourself.

'''Crrk!'''

The dressing room doors open, revealing Hon, the top of his head now adorned by a pair of ears. Those of the animal variety. Namely, rabbit. White and stocky with bright pink insides, a shade of pink that one would normally find on one’s face after an embarrassing mishap or accident or mistake. And yet the only one troubled by this whole scene was you. I… I mean…

“What about this? Does this fit me? I tried my best to make it work…” the oversized sleeves of his flap in the air, “…But I don’t think they have any of these in my size.” Along with the headband ears was a fluffy white robe, fit for a being worth of at least three Hons. A cloth meant for cold weather, not for the light breeze of today, surely he was suicidal! You came here with your friend, a person with strange interests but interests that at least were accepted within public laws, and now were about to leave with a costumed bunny. You knew only two options existed. To save him from further harassment in the outside world by telling him now, or to swallow up your pride by letting him be happy just this once. Both his and your fate depend on your words.

'''“So what do you think about this, Rel?”'''

*[[“It looks horrible…”]]
*[[“It looks amazing!”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, how’s your brother!”

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 22:56:29 GMT

Ronatario:

“Oh, you mean Xi?”

An image of that little boy pops up in your mind. His dark hair, dark eyes, all in contrast to that white skin of his, just like that of his brother's. You once asked Hon if you could have him, like a doll for a collection. You don’t know why, his overall brash personality repelled you at first, but soon you found it endearing, that constant upside down v-shaped mouth of his like that of a kitten. You can’t quite put your finger on what exactly. All you know is that he’s adorable and you have a special place on your shelf for him.

“I’m still here, you know, Rel…”

'''You need a new topic...'''

*[[“SO, how’s your life!”]]
*[[“SO, how’s your magic!”]]
*[[“SO, now what!”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there. You wanna go there? I wanna go there.”

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 22:43:03 GMT

Ronatario:

“…Because of Xi?”

“I have no idea what you‘re talking about. Who‘s Xi? Why are you even here?” Your response is lightning quick.

Hon gives you a strange look. You can tell he’s judging you, it’s in his eyes. Who is he to judge. You two are a male and female and yet you’re the one wearing pants. Your obsession over his younger brother is practically normal compared to his self loathing of his man parts! You’re fine, perfectly fine! You are a normal girl, the most sane person in the group, you just happen to find Xi’s arrogance and hot temper cute, like a puppy spilling over a glass of milk. Yeah.

“Uh… no one ever gets that puppy milk metaphor, Rel.”

“Huh, I didn’t say-”

“You’re easy to read…”

“Anyway! Let’s go to Dunbarton!” ''Whew. That was close.''

Wanting to escape the topic, you begin marching down the hill, Hon’s footsteps right behind you. “If you say so!”

The walk down is a bittersweet one. You were just starting to get used to it again, the place where you, Hon, and Xi had spent every day at, planning games and adventures. The rock formations near the bottom were good for hide-and-seek, you knew this fact well. The tree was also a good spot, if only you knew how to climb it. All in all, this was your not so secret base, where the gang could hang out and not worry about anything else other than the possibility of falling off of the cliff.

You wanted to come back some day, to relive those memories.

But that’s for later, this is now.

[[Time to head off to Dunbarton!]]

It brings back a fond memory.

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 22:30:57 GMT

Ronatario:

You remember the first time you visited Dunbarton. It was with Xi who, at that point, you very clearly hated, and the feelings were mutual. You two had been dragged along by a friend to go pick up some supplies, but she had already left due to some personal business, leaving you two alone in the dust. The two of you sat down at a stray bench, as far apart from each other as you could get, as both people and minutes started to pass you by.

It was then that a strange man, a loud and obnoxious man, had walked out of the clothing shop, upset over a bargain gone wrong. He was angry, furious, and decided to take it out on whatever he could.

That happened to be you.

You had been forced to walk to another town, forced to spend the day with someone you’d rather not, ditched at the last second with that certain person, and now this, getting yelled at by a man for a situation that didn’t concern you. This was your last straw, you wanted to shut up the face in front of you, your fists already curled up in a ball. You never got the chance, though.

Xi, the boy next to you through all of this, had started to laugh. At you? No, at the man! It wasn’t a loud and funny laugh, but one of scorn, of pity. Here was an adult blaming all of his troubles on a girl who didn’t even reach up to his shoulders, a giant having to practically sit on his knees to yell into the girl’s face. That simple act was all that was needed to turn the man red, he began to fluster, was he going to move on to Xi?

In the end, he just left, too infuriated to even argue.

What could’ve been a violent situation was all avoided just by a sweet and playful chuckle, perfectly timed and executed. You were amazed that he had the guts to even intervene. “You looked like you needed help is all.” He replied, beaming a wide grin, first time you’d ever seen that face of his so happy. He must’ve felt like a big hero. And for that day, he was.

[[“Hey Rel? You done day dreaming?"]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

It brings back a fond memory.

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 22:30:26 GMT

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Time to head off to Dunbarton!

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 22:30:11 GMT

Ronatario:

Time to head off to Dunbarton!

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 22:29:31 GMT

Ronatario:

Time to head off to Dunbarton!

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 22:27:49 GMT

Ronatario:

Dunbarton, the hub of the country for all trading, Not a big town, but big enough to have stone walls built around it, grand arches welcoming new travelers with open arms. A busy place, shops set up all around, inside and outside, carpets with goods laid out for all to see, the seller usually sitting right beside his wares urging others to come and see his stock. There were actual stores, a clothing shop right in the middle of town, but the wares that people wanted were far out of the reach of the resident tailor, and thus brave adventurers had access to great profit, selling the loot gained from their latest adventure to those not able to fight on their own.

You remember the first time you visited Dunbarton. It was with Xi who, at that point, you very clearly hated, and the feelings were mutual. You two had been dragged along by a friend to go pick up some supplies, but she had already left due to some personal business, leaving you two alone in the dust. The two of you sat down at a stray bench, as far apart from each other as you could get, as both people and minutes started to pass you by.

It was then that a strange man, a loud and obnoxious man, had walked out of the clothing shop, upset over a bargain gone wrong. He was angry, furious, and decided to take it out on whatever he could.

That happened to be you.

You had been forced to walk to another town, forced to spend the day with someone you’d rather not, ditched at the last second with that certain person, and now this, getting yelled at by a man for a situation that didn’t concern you. This was your last straw, you wanted to shut up the face in front of you, your fists already curled up in a ball. You never got the chance, though.

Xi, the boy next to you through all of this, had started to laugh. At you? No, at the man! It wasn’t a loud and funny laugh, but one of scorn, of pity. Here was an adult blaming all of his troubles on a girl who didn’t even reach up to his shoulders, a giant having to practically sit on his knees to yell into the girl’s face. That simple act was all that was needed to turn the man red, he began to fluster, was he going to move on to Xi?

In the end, he just left, too infuriated to even argue.

What could’ve been a violent situation was all avoided just by a sweet and playful chuckle, perfectly timed and executed. You were amazed that he had the guts to even intervene. “You looked like you needed help is all.” He replied, beaming a wide grin, first time you’d ever seen that face of his so happy. He must’ve felt like a big hero. And for that day, he was.

[[“Hey Rel? You done day dreaming?]]

[[Category: Sprial Hill]]

Time to head off to Dunbarton!

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 22:27:24 GMT

Ronatario: Created page with 'Dunbarton, the hub of the country for all trading, Not a big town, but big enough to have stone walls built around it, grand arches welcoming new travelers with open arms. A busy…'

“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there. You wanna go there? I wanna go there.”

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 21:18:46 GMT

Ronatario:

“…Because of Xi?”

“I have no idea what you‘re talking about. Who‘s Xi? Why are you even here?” Your response is lightning quick.

Hon gives you a strange look. You can tell he’s judging you, it’s in his eyes. Who is he to judge. You two are a male and female and yet you’re the one wearing pants. Your obsession over his younger brother is practically normal compared to his self loathing of his man parts! You’re fine, perfectly fine! You are a normal girl, the most sane person in the group, you just happen to find Xi’s arrogance and hot temper cute, like a puppy spilling over a glass of milk. Yeah.

“Uh… no one ever gets that puppy milk metaphor, Rel.”

“Huh, I didn’t say-”

“You’re easy to read…”

“Anyway! Let’s go to Dunbarton!” ''Whew. That was close.''

Wanting to escape the topic, you begin marching down the hill, Hon’s footsteps right behind you. “If you say so!”

The walk down is a bittersweet one. You were just starting to get used to it again, the place where you, Hon, and Xi had spent every day at, planning games and adventures. The rock formations near the bottom were good for hide-and-seek, you knew this fact well. The tree was also a good spot, if only you knew how to climb it. All in all, this was your not so secret base, where the gang could hang out and not worry about anything else other than the possibility of falling off of the cliff.

You wanted to come back some day, to relive those memories.

But that’s the future, this is now.

[[Time to head off to Dunbarton!]]

“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there. You wanna go there? I wanna go there.”

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 21:18:36 GMT

Ronatario: Created page with '“…Because of Xi?” “I have no idea what you‘re talking about. Who‘s Xi? Why are you even here?” Your response is lightning quick. Hon gives you a strange look. You…'

“…Because of Xi?”

“I have no idea what you‘re talking about. Who‘s Xi? Why are you even here?” Your response is lightning quick.

Hon gives you a strange look. You can tell he’s judging you, it’s in his eyes. Who is he to judge. You two are a male and female and yet you’re the one wearing pants. Your obsession over his younger brother is practically normal compared to his self loathing of his man parts! You’re fine, perfectly fine! You are a normal girl, the most sane person in the group, you just happen to find Xi’s arrogance and hot temper cute, like a puppy spilling over a glass of milk. Yeah.

“Uh… no one ever gets that puppy milk metaphor, Rel.”

“Huh, I didn’t say-”

“You’re easy to read…”

“Anyway! Let’s go to Dunbarton!” ''Whew. That was close.''

Wanting to escape the topic, you begin marching down the hill, Hon’s footsteps right behind you. “If you say so!”

The walk down is a bittersweet one. You were just starting to get used to it again, the place where you, Hon, and Xi had spent every day at, planning games and adventures. The rock formations near the bottom were good for hide-and-seek, you knew this fact well. The tree was also a good spot, if only you knew how to climb it. All in all, this was your not so secret base, where the gang could hang out and not worry about anything else other than the possibility of falling off of the cliff.

You wanted to come back some day, to relive those memories.

But that’s the future, this is now.

[[Time to head of to Dunbarton!]]

Ignore the voice.

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 20:52:40 GMT

Ronatario:

Closing your eyes you find inner peace.

The sounds of the nature around you start to overcome your senses. The soft grass under you like a bed, you finally have the chance to be by yourself, to think, to breathe, to live. All the worries in the world are melting- ''wait a minute, what worries?'' You ask yourself as you leave the world.

The atmosphere.

Reality.

Were you supposed to do something with your friends? Friends? What friends? Where are you? What are you doing here? Does it matter? This is nice as it is. An empty head closed off from the rest of the world.'' None of it matters, I guess.'' This is paradise, your heaven, a world without fears and worries, this is-

"Rel!"

'''He's not going to let you, and you know this.'''

*[[Look over your shoulder.]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

Ignore the voice.

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 20:49:33 GMT

Ronatario:

Closing your eyes you find inner peace.

The sounds of the nature around you start to overcome your senses. The soft grass under you like a bed, you finally have the chance to be by yourself, to think, to breathe, to live. All the worries in the world are melting- wait a minute, what worries? You ask yourself as you leave the world.

The atmosphere.

Reality.

Were you supposed to do something with your friends? Friends? What friends? Where are you? What are you doing here? Does it matter? This is nice as it is. An empty head closed off from the rest of the world. None of it matters, I guess. This is paradise, your heaven, a world without fears and worries, this is-

'''"Rel!"'''

*[[Look over your shoulder.]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

Ignore the voice.

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 20:49:20 GMT

Ronatario:

Closing your eyes you find inner peace.

The sounds of the nature around you start to overcome your senses. The soft grass under you like a bed, you finally have the chance to be by yourself, to think, to breathe, to live. All the worries in the world are melting- wait a minute, what worries? You ask yourself as you leave the world.

The atmosphere.

Reality.

Were you supposed to do something with your friends? Friends? What friends? Where are you? What are you doing here? Does it matter? This is nice as it is. An empty head closed off from the rest of the world. None of it matters, I guess. This is paradise, your heaven, a world without fears and worries, this is-

'''"Rel!'''

*[[Look over your shoulder.]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

Ignore the voice.

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 20:48:28 GMT

Ronatario: Created page with 'Closing your eyes you find inner peace. The sounds of the nature around you start to overcome your senses. The soft grass under you like a bed, you finally have the chance to be…'

Closing your eyes you find inner peace.

The sounds of the nature around you start to overcome your senses. The soft grass under you like a bed, you finally have the chance to be by yourself, to think, to breathe, to live. All the worries in the world are melting- wait a minute, what worries? You ask yourself as you leave the world.

The atmosphere.

Reality.

Were you supposed to do something with your friends? Friends? What friends? Where are you? What are you doing here? Does it matter? This is nice as it is. An empty head closed off from the rest of the world. None of it matters, I guess. This is paradise, your heaven, a world without fears and worries, this is-

'''"Rel!'''

*[[Look over your shoulder.]]
*[[Ignore the voice.]]

“You will be after I’m done with you!”

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 19:46:28 GMT

Ronatario:

'''KRRCKK!'''

The sound of your cracking knuckles strike fear into Hon's eyes.

"W-Wait! I'm sorry! It took me a while to pick out my clothes! You hardly ever hang out with me nowadays... I wanted to look my best! That's why I was late!" He quickly runs behind the tree next to you two.

"You're wearing the same clothes that you always wear!"

"I s-spent all of my money to get it cleaned!"

''This is just pathetic. I mean- I honestly- I can't- I don't even- AUGH! Grow a spine!''

Your fists ease and open up. Taking a deep breath, you walk closer to Hon, still cowering.

In a calming voice you say, albeit through gritted teeth, "Hon, I was joking, get up please."

"You're sure you-you're not just gonna hit me...!" ''I'm trying to be nice here.''

"...No, I won't. Please, just... clean yourself up... please stop... please." ''My respect for him is long gone.''

A few minutes pass.

Your friend comes back after a while, done washing the tears away, and seems to feign happiness as if nothing happened. Although threatening him prior, a sudden rush of guilt passes over you. ''Maybe I should be nicer to him...''

'''He's still a bit on the edge, best to play nice...'''

*[[“SO, how’s your brother!”]]

*[[“SO, how’s your life!”]]

*[[“SO, how’s your magic!”]]

*[[“SO, now what!”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

Give him your hand.

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 19:41:46 GMT

Ronatario:

“Stand up, Hon.”

'''Hon''', the fragile boy in front of you right now, has been your friend for about four years. It seems like only yesterday when you were first introduced to him by his brother, when he used to be the silent and intellectual type. Over the years, however, the best way to put his characterization would be “exaggerated”.

Before, his interests included poetry and writing, nothing out of the ordinary for an artsy person like him. His affection for all things graceful was odd at first, but in time became his defining trait. He was unlike the others and their love of swords and blades, and in time became one of your closest friends. One day, though, his slightly feminine side managed to take over all other sides of him. He had grown his purple hair out, now longer than your own, and started to wear more “elegant” clothing, mostly consisting of dresses and cute clothing, riding the line on what could be considered cross-dressing. At the moment he wore his usual garb, a white and gold trim blouse of sorts with a dark blue long skirt covering his legs, all topped off by his dome-shaped hat, also white and gold, the entire getup worth less than the shoes on your feet. His speech now cluttered with hehe’s and aww’s. He is now your foil, the proclaimed tomboy of the group, a name you will never be able to lose.

Just like Hon.

You sigh.

“Heh, thanks Rel!” He accepts your offer and steadily readjusts back to his legs, smiling at you with his gratitude. ''Does he have to look like that…''

“You’re late. By about a couple of hours.”

“Aha, sorry, sorry!” He waves his arms around frantically.

'''You reply…'''

*[[“It’s fine. I forgive you.”]]

*[[“You will be after I’m done with you!”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

Look over your shoulder.

Ronatario — Fri, 04 May 2012 19:37:44 GMT

Ronatario:

''It’s just him…''

“Rel! Rel! I’m right over here!” Without even looking you can hear his yells getting louder and louder, no, closer. The flip flops of his sandals more erratic with each passing step. “Hey! I’m… hah… over here!” Not even half way there and the voice is already panting heavily.

''Really, already?''

You decide to get up from ground, pushing yourself up with your arms, dusting off yourself with a swift motion of your hands.

Turning around, you see a slim figure dressed all in white collapsed in front of you. Feminine in appearance, you know him all too well to not fall for this innocent rouse. “Ow…” His face winces in pain. His white face framed by dark violet hair is too unbearable to watch. ''My god, it’s like he wants me to make fun of him.''

'''You…'''

*[[Give him your hand.]]

*[[Insult him.]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“And the other guy…”

Ronatario — Thu, 03 May 2012 01:53:27 GMT

Ronatario:

“You mean '''Ken'''?”

Ken’s hooded face flashes before your mind.

A man dressed in all black, a robe concealing most of his figure, always a shield on his back and usually nothing more aside from that smile of his. Smiles usually signify warmth and welcoming arms, Ken’s smiles usually meant someone’s innocence was on the line, be it by an awkward hug or a crude joke. All in good fun, however.

He was the newest member of this little family of yours. The oldest out of all of you, yet he seemed no different from you, Hon, and Xi mentally. At times you even questioned if he lied about his age, the possibility of him being a giant from the mountains never left your thoughts. A bit strange, but even he ended up becoming one of your lifelong companions, although it did take a while for the dirty jokes to stop.

Turns out you scare him.

“Hmm…” Hon rubs his temples in contemplation, “I think I caught a glimpse of him heading to '''Bangor''', the village located in the far end of the country.”

“I know where Bangor is, Hon.”

“Right… well, that’s where he was heading. He had some sort of crates on his back or something, big crates. He also seemed to be in a rush, barely looked at me, not even a “Hello” or even a wave.”

Nowadays, commercing is the new biggest fad, a process of trade in which wares are bought in one village and sold in another for profit. You are well experienced in the trials in which commerce entails, spending months with Ken, resident commerceholic, traveling from trade post to trade post in search of the best prices. Those several months were grueling, hours and hours of following Ken’s very footsteps while carrying about forty pounds of spices and herbs on your back. Your traveling buddy was ecstatic to be on the road, telling you stories of old friends and enemies, tales of his greatest accomplishments, and his opinions on the world in general. You, on the other hand, wished that bandits had put you out of your misery.

By the end of the day, though, you had about two million gold pieces, so it did have it’s upsides.

'''“Where should we go, Rel?”'''

*[[“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there. You wanna go there? I wanna go there.”]]

*[[“Bangor, I guess.”]]

*[[“Where do you want to go?”]]

*[[“Somewhere a bit more attractive.”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

Give him your hand.

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 23:51:48 GMT

Ronatario:

“Stand up, Hon.”

'''Hon''', the fragile boy in front of you right now, has been your friend for about four years. It seems like only yesterday when you were first introduced to him by his brother, when he used to be the silent and intellectual type. Over the years, however, the best way to put his characterization would be “exaggerated”.

Before, his interests included poetry and writing, nothing out of the ordinary for artsy person like him. His affection for all things graceful was odd at first, but in time became his defining trait. He was unlike the others and their love of swords and blades, and in time became one of your closest friends. One day, though, his slightly feminine side managed to take over all other sides of him. He had grown his purple hair out, now longer than your own, and started to wear more “elegant” clothing, mostly consisting of dresses and cute clothing, riding the line on what could be considered cross-dressing. At the moment he wore his usual garb, a white and gold trim blouse of sorts with a dark blue long skirt covering his legs, all topped off by his dome-shaped hat, also white and gold, the entire getup worth less than the shoes on your feet. His speech now cluttered with hehe’s and aww’s. He is now your foil, the proclaimed tomboy of the group, a name you will never be able to lose.

Just like Hon.

You sigh.

“Heh, thanks Rel!” He accepts your offer and steadily readjusts back to his legs, smiling at you with his gratitude. ''Does he have to look like that…''

“You’re late. By about a couple of hours.”

“Aha, sorry, sorry!” He waves his arms around frantically.

'''You reply…'''

*[[“It’s fine. I forgive you.”]]

*[[“You will be after I’m done with you!”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“You will be after I’m done with you!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 23:11:55 GMT

Ronatario:

'''KRRCKK!'''

The sound of your cracking knuckles strike fear into Hon's eyes.

"W-Wait! I'm sorry! It took me a while to pick out my clothes! You hardly ever hang out with me nowadays... I wanted to look my best! That's why I was late!" He quickly runs behind the tree next to you two.

"You're wearing the same clothes that you always wear!"

"I s-spent all of my money to get it cleaned!"

''This is just pathetic. I mean- I honestly- I can't- I don't even- AUGH! Grow a spine!''

Your fists ease and open up. Taking a deep breath, you walk closer to Hon, still cowering.

In a calming voice you say, albeit through gritted teeth, "Hon, I was joking, get up please."

"You're sure you-you're not just gonna hit me...!" I'm trying to be nice here.

"...No, I won't. Please, just... clean yourself up... please stop... please." ''My respect for him is long gone.''

A few minutes pass.

Your friend comes back after a while, done washing the tears away, and seems to feign happiness as if nothing happened. Although threatening him prior, a sudden rush of guilt passes over you. ''Maybe I should be nicer to him...''

'''He's still a bit on the edge, best to play nice...'''

*[[“SO, how’s your brother!”]]

*[[“SO, how’s your life!”]]

*[[“SO, how’s your magic!”]]

*[[“SO, now what!”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“You will be after I’m done with you!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 23:11:17 GMT

Ronatario:

'''KRRCKK!'''

The sound of your cracking knuckles strike fear into Hon's eyes.

"W-Wait! I'm sorry! It took me a while to pick out my clothes! You hardly ever hang out with me nowadays... I wanted to look my best! That's why I was late!" He quickly runs behind the tree next to you two.

"You're wearing the same clothes that you always wear!"

"I s-spent all of my money to get it cleaned!"

''This is just pathetic. I mean- I honestly- I can't- I don't even- AUGH! Grow a spine!''

Your fists ease and open up. Taking a deep breath, you walk closer to Hon, still cowering.

In a calming voice you say, albeit through gritted teeth, "Hon, I was joking, get up please."

"You're sure you-you're not just gonna hit me...!" I'm trying to be nice here.

"...No, I won't. Please, just... clean yourself up... please stop... please." ''My respect for him is long gone.''

A few minutes pass. Your friend comes back after a while, done washing the tears away, and seems to feign happiness as if nothing happened. Although threatening him prior, a sudden rush of guilt passes over you. ''Maybe I should be nicer to him...''

'''He's still a bit on the edge, best to play nice...'''

*[[“SO, how’s your brother!”]]

*[[“SO, how’s your life!”]]

*[[“SO, how’s your magic!”]]

*[[“SO, now what!”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“You will be after I’m done with you!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 23:10:30 GMT

Ronatario: Created page with 'The sound of your cracking knuckles strike fear into Hon's eyes. "W-Wait! I'm sorry! It took me a while to pick out my clothes! You hardly ever hang out with me nowadays... I wa…'

The sound of your cracking knuckles strike fear into Hon's eyes.

"W-Wait! I'm sorry! It took me a while to pick out my clothes! You hardly ever hang out with me nowadays... I wanted to look my best! That's why I was late!" He quickly runs behind the tree next to you two.

"You're wearing the same clothes that you always wear!"

"I s-spent all of my money to get it cleaned!"

''This is just pathetic. I mean- I honestly- I can't- I don't even- AUGH! Grow a spine!''

Your fists ease and open up. Taking a deep breath, you walk closer to Hon, still cowering.

In a calming voice you say, albeit through gritted teeth, "Hon, I was joking, get up please."

"You're sure you-you're not just gonna hit me...!" I'm trying to be nice here.

"...No, I won't. Please, just... clean yourself up... please stop... please." ''My respect for him is long gone.''

A few minutes pass. Your friend comes back after a while, done washing the tears away, and seems to feign happiness as if nothing happened. Although threatening him prior, a sudden rush of guilt passes over you. ''Maybe I should be nicer to him...''

'''He's still a bit on the edge, best to play nice...'''

*[[“SO, how’s your brother!”]]

*[[“SO, how’s your life!”]]

*[[“SO, how’s your magic!”]]

*[[“SO, now what!”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

Insult him.

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:53:06 GMT

Ronatario:

Thoughts start to race through your head.

What would be the best way to attack his self worth? Would it be wise to insult his face? His hair? His overall dainty figure? It really isn't hard to hurt him, his pansy personality makes him a prime victim of your abuse. And of his brother's. And of pretty much everyone else on the planet. Summed up, he's the punching bag of the universe.

Man.

'''Maybe you should reconsider...'''

*[[Give him your hand.]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

Insult him.

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:52:29 GMT

Ronatario:

Insult him.

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:51:49 GMT

Ronatario: Created page with 'Thoughts start to race through your head. What would be the best way to attack his self worth? Would it be wise to insult his face? His hair? His overall dainty figure? It reall…'

Thoughts start to race through your head.

What would be the best way to attack his self worth? Would it be wise to insult his face? His hair? His overall dainty figure? It really isn't hard to hurt him, his pansy personality makes him a prime victim of your abuse. And of his brother's. And of pretty much everyone else on the planet. Summed up, he's the punching bag of the universe.

Man.

Maybe you should reconsider...

*[[Give him your hand.]]

“It’s fine. I forgive you.”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:35:53 GMT

Ronatario:

“Huh? Really?”

“W-What’s the matter? I’m sure you had some reason for being late. Not like I was going to get angry about it or anything.” You realize the mistake you had just made, you showed compassion. Oh great, now he’s going to get all mushy… don’t look him in the eyes…

But it is too late.

“Rel…”

'''''Crap! His eyes are watering! I have to change the topic! Now!'''''

*[[“SO, how’s your brother!”]]

*[[“SO, how’s your life!”]]

*[[“SO, how’s your magic!”]]

*[[“SO, now what!”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, now what!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:34:52 GMT

Ronatario:

“And the other guy…”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:34:07 GMT

Ronatario:

“You mean '''Ken'''?”

Ken’s hooded face flashes before your mind.

A man dressed in all black, a robe concealing most of his figure, always a shield on his back and usually nothing more aside from that smile of his. Smiles usually signify warmth and welcoming arms, Ken’s smiles usually meant someone’s innocence was on the line, be it by an awkward hug or a crude joke. All in good fun, however.

He was the newest member of this little family of yours. The oldest out of all of you, yet he seemed no different from you, Hon, and Xi mentally. At times you even questioned if he lied about his age, the possibility of him being a giant from the mountains never left your thoughts. A bit strange, but even he ended up becoming one of your lifelong companions, although it did take a while for the dirty jokes to stop.

Turns out you scare him.

“Hmm…” Hon rubs his temples in contemplation, “I think I caught a glimpse of him heading to '''Bangor''', the village located in the far end of the country.”

“I know where Bangor is, Hon.”

“Right… well, that’s where he was heading. He had some sort of crates on his back or something, big crates. He also seemed to be in a rush, barely looked at me, not even a “Hello” or even a wave.”

Nowadays, commercing is the new biggest fad, a process of trade in which wares are bought in one village and sold in another for profit. You are well experienced in the trials in which commerce entails, spending months with Ken, resident commerceholic, traveling from trade post to trade post in search of the best prices. Those several months were grueling, hours and hours of following Ken’s very footsteps while carrying about forty pounds of spices and herbs on your back. Your traveling buddy was ecstatic to be on the road, telling you stories of old friends and enemies, tales of his greatest accomplishments, and his opinions on the world in general. You, on the other hand, wished that bandits had put you out of your misery.

By the end of the day, though, you had about two million gold pieces, so it did have it’s upsides.

'''“Where should we go, Rel?”'''

*[[“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there, wanna go there, I wanna go there.”]]

*[[“Bangor, I guess.”]]

*[[“Where do you want to go?”]]

*[[“Somewhere a bit more attractive.”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“And the other guy…”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:33:51 GMT

Ronatario: Created page with '“You mean '''Ken'''?” Ken’s hooded face flashes before your mind. A man dressed in all black, a robe concealing most of his figure, always a shield on his back and usuall…'

“You mean '''Ken'''?”

Ken’s hooded face flashes before your mind.

A man dressed in all black, a robe concealing most of his figure, always a shield on his back and usually nothing more aside from that smile of his. Smiles usually signify warmth and welcoming arms, Ken’s smiles usually meant someone’s innocence was on the line, be it by an awkward hug or a crude joke. All in good fun, however.

He was the newest member of this little family of yours. The oldest out of all of you, yet he seemed no different from you, Hon, and Xi mentally. At times you even questioned if he lied about his age, the possibility of him being a giant from the mountains never left your thoughts. A bit strange, but even he ended up becoming one of your lifelong companions, although it did take a while for the dirty jokes to stop.

Turns out you scare him.

“Hmm…” Hon rubs his temples in contemplation, “I think I caught a glimpse of him heading to '''Bangor''', the village located in the far end of the country.”

“I know where Bangor is, Hon.”

“Right… well, that’s where he was heading. He had some sort of crates on his back or something, big crates. He also seemed to be in a rush, barely looked at me, not even a “Hello” or even a wave.”

Nowadays, commercing is the new biggest fad, a process of trade in which wares are bought in one village and sold in another for profit. You are well experienced in the trials in which commerce entails, spending months with Ken, resident commerceholic, traveling from trade post to trade post in search of the best prices. Those several months were grueling, hours and hours of following Ken’s very footsteps while carrying about forty pounds of spices and herbs on your back. Your traveling buddy was ecstatic to be on the road, telling you stories of old friends and enemies, tales of his greatest accomplishments, and his opinions on the world in general. You, on the other hand, wished that bandits had put you out of your misery.

By the end of the day, though, you had about two million gold pieces, so it did have it’s upsides.

'''“Where should we go, Rel?”'''

*[[“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there, wanna go there, I wanna go there.”]]

*[[“Bangor, I guess.”]]

*[[“Where do you want to go?”]]

*[[“Somewhere a bit more attractive.”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, now what!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:33:34 GMT

Ronatario:

“SO, now what!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:33:17 GMT

Ronatario:

“SO, now what!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:32:01 GMT

Ronatario:

“Hm…” The girly mage ponders about what to do.

He starts to pace towards you, then, taking a 180 degree turn, starts to pace back toward the tree. As he reaches the tree, he then pulls another 180, then walks toward you once more. The cycle continues for about ten more minutes. Silence fills the atmosphere of the area around the two of you.

“By the way,” you speak up, ”did you see the other two around?”

“Oh, right.” The boy points up to the sky to emphasize his following statement. “Let’s see, '''Xi''' told me to go without him, said he wanted to check out the market prices in Dunbarton first before we left. You know him, always looking for fancy new clothes to showoff in!” he laughs, “You remember when we tried to buy him a birthday present?”

“It’s not my fault he owns everything we could afford!”

Hon laughs that innocent laugh of his again, or is it more of a condescending one?

“Well, if we want to catch up with him, we should go over to '''Dunbarton'''. It’s not that far, even if we don’t find him we can always buy some stuff ourselves.”

You remember the last time Hon and you went shopping together. An utter disaster. One complete day of him trying and buying random clothes with horrible color combinations, ugly green robes that looked like moss, weird hair ornaments too girly for even you to put on, and him wasting all of his money on shoes while you tried to bargain with the shopkeeper to let him ask for a refund.

Then again, you could get yourself a new war hammer, the thought tempts you.

“And the other guy…”

“You mean '''Ken'''?”

Ken’s hooded face flashes before your mind.

A man dressed in all black, a robe concealing most of his figure, always a shield on his back and usually nothing more aside from that smile of his. Smiles usually signify warmth and welcoming arms, Ken’s smiles usually meant someone’s innocence was on the line, be it by an awkward hug or a crude joke. All in good fun, however.

He was the newest member of this little family of yours. The oldest out of all of you, yet he seemed no different from you, Hon, and Xi mentally. At times you even questioned if he lied about his age, the possibility of him being a giant from the mountains never left your thoughts. A bit strange, but even he ended up becoming one of your lifelong companions, although it did take a while for the dirty jokes to stop.

Turns out you scare him.

“Hmm…” Hon rubs his temples in contemplation, “I think I caught a glimpse of him heading to '''Bangor''', the village located in the far end of the country.”

“I know where Bangor is, Hon.”

“Right… well, that’s where he was heading. He had some sort of crates on his back or something, big crates. He also seemed to be in a rush, barely looked at me, not even a “Hello” or even a wave.”

Nowadays, commercing is the new biggest fad, a process of trade in which wares are bought in one village and sold in another for profit. You are well experienced in the trials in which commerce entails, spending months with Ken, resident commerceholic, traveling from trade post to trade post in search of the best prices. Those several months were grueling, hours and hours of following Ken’s very footsteps while carrying about forty pounds of spices and herbs on your back. Your traveling buddy was ecstatic to be on the road, telling you stories of old friends and enemies, tales of his greatest accomplishments, and his opinions on the world in general. You, on the other hand, wished that bandits had put you out of your misery.

By the end of the day, though, you had about two million gold pieces, so it did have it’s upsides.

'''“Where should we go, Rel?”'''

*[[“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there, wanna go there, I wanna go there.”]]

*[[“Bangor, I guess.”]]

*[[“Where do you want to go?”]]

*[[“Somewhere a bit more attractive.”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, now what!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:31:07 GMT

Ronatario:

“Hm…” The girly mage ponders about what to do.

He starts to pace towards you, then, taking a 180 degree turn, starts to pace back toward the tree. As he reaches the tree, he then pulls another 180, then walks toward you once more. The cycle continues for about ten more minutes. Silence fills the atmosphere of the area around the two of you.

“By the way,” you speak up, ”did you see the other two around?”

“Oh, right.” The boy points up to the sky to emphasize his following statement. “Let’s see, Xi told me to go without him, said he wanted to check out the market prices in Dunbarton first before we left. You know him, always looking for fancy new clothes to showoff in!” he laughs, “You remember when we tried to buy him a birthday present?”

“It’s not my fault he owns everything we could afford!”

Hon laughs that innocent laugh of his again, or is it more of a condescending one?

“Well, if we want to catch up with him, we should go over to '''Dunbarton'''. It’s not that far, even if we don’t find him we can always buy some stuff ourselves.”

You remember the last time Hon and you went shopping together. An utter disaster. One complete day of him trying and buying random clothes with horrible color combinations, ugly green robes that looked like moss, weird hair ornaments too girly for even you to put on, and him wasting all of his money on shoes while you tried to bargain with the shopkeeper to let him ask for a refund.

Then again, you could get yourself a new war hammer, the thought tempts you.

“And the other guy…”

“You mean Ken?”

Ken’s hooded face flashes before your mind.

A man dressed in all black, a robe concealing most of his figure, always a shield on his back and usually nothing more aside from that smile of his. Smiles usually signify warmth and welcoming arms, Ken’s smiles usually meant someone’s innocence was on the line, be it by an awkward hug or a crude joke. All in good fun, however.

He was the newest member of this little family of yours. The oldest out of all of you, yet he seemed no different from you, Hon, and Xi mentally. At times you even questioned if he lied about his age, the possibility of him being a giant from the mountains never left your thoughts. A bit strange, but even he ended up becoming one of your lifelong companions, although it did take a while for the dirty jokes to stop.

Turns out you scare him.

“Hmm…” Hon rubs his temples in contemplation, “I think I caught a glimpse of him heading to '''Bangor''', the village located in the far end of the country.”

“I know where Bangor is, Hon.”

“Right… well, that’s where he was heading. He had some sort of crates on his back or something, big crates. He also seemed to be in a rush, barely looked at me, not even a “Hello” or even a wave.”

Nowadays, commercing is the new biggest fad, a process of trade in which wares are bought in one village and sold in another for profit. You are well experienced in the trials in which commerce entails, spending months with Ken, resident commerceholic, traveling from trade post to trade post in search of the best prices. Those several months were grueling, hours and hours of following Ken’s very footsteps while carrying about forty pounds of spices and herbs on your back. Your traveling buddy was ecstatic to be on the road, telling you stories of old friends and enemies, tales of his greatest accomplishments, and his opinions on the world in general. You, on the other hand, wished that bandits had put you out of your misery.

By the end of the day, though, you had about two million gold pieces, so it did have it’s upsides.

'''“Where should we go, Rel?”'''

*[[“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there, wanna go there, I wanna go there.”]]

*[[“Bangor, I guess.”]]

*[[“Where do you want to go?”]]

*[[“Somewhere a bit more attractive.”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, now what!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:30:35 GMT

Ronatario:

“Hm…” The girly mage ponders about what to do.

He starts to pace towards you, then, taking a 180 degree turn, starts to pace back toward the tree. As he reaches the tree, he then pulls another 180, then walks toward you once more. The cycle continues for about ten more minutes. Silence fills the atmosphere of the area around the two of you.

“By the way,” you speak up, ”did you see the other two around?”

“Oh, right.” The boy points up to the sky to emphasize his following statement. “Let’s see, Xi told me to go without him, said he wanted to check out the market prices in Dunbarton first before we left. You know him, always looking for fancy new clothes to showoff in!” he laughs, “You remember when we tried to buy him a birthday present?”

“It’s not my fault he owns everything we could afford!”

Hon laughs that innocent laugh of his again, or is it more of a condescending one?

“Well, if we want to catch up with him, we should go over to '''Dunbarton'''. It’s not that far, even if we don’t find him we can always buy some stuff ourselves.”

You remember the last time Hon and you went shopping together. An utter disaster. One complete day of him trying and buying random clothes with horrible color combinations, ugly green robes that looked like moss, weird hair ornaments too girly for even you to put on, and him wasting all of his money on shoes while you tried to bargain with the shopkeeper to let him ask for a refund.

Then again, you could get yourself a new war hammer, the thought tempts you.

“And the other guy…”

“You mean Ken?”

Ken’s hooded face flashes before your mind.

A man dressed in all black, a robe concealing most of his figure, always a shield on his back and usually nothing more aside from that smile of his. Smiles usually signify warmth and welcoming arms, Ken’s smiles usually meant someone’s innocence was on the line, be it by an awkward hug or a crude joke. All in good fun, however.

He was the newest member of this little family of yours. The oldest out of all of you, yet he seemed no different from you, Hon, and Xi mentally. At times you even questioned if he lied about his age, the possibility of him being a giant from the mountains never left your thoughts. A bit strange, but even he ended up becoming one of your lifelong companions, although it did take a while for the dirty jokes to stop.

Turns out you scare him.

“Hmm…” Hon rubs his temples in contemplation, “I think I caught a glimpse of him heading to '''Bangor''', the village located in the far end of the country.”

“I know where Bangor is, Hon.”

“Right… well, that’s where he was heading. He had some sort of crates on his back or something, big crates. He also seemed to be in a rush, barely looked at me, not even a “Hello” or even a wave.”

Nowadays, commercing is the new biggest fad, a process of trade in which wares are bought in one village and sold in another for profit. You are well experienced in the trials in which commerce entails, spending months with Ken, resident commerceholic, traveling from trade post to trade post in search of the best prices. Those several months were grueling, hours and hours of following Ken’s very footsteps while carrying about forty pounds of spices and herbs on your back. Your traveling buddy was ecstatic to be on the road, telling you stories of old friends and enemies, tales of his greatest accomplishments, and his opinions on the world in general. You, on the other hand, wished that bandits had put you out of your misery.

By the end of the day, though, you had about two million gold pieces, so it did have it’s upsides.

'''“Where should we go, Rel?”'''

----

*[[“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there, wanna go there, I wanna go there.”]]

*[[“Bangor, I guess.”]]

*[[“Where do you want to go?”]]

*[[“Somewhere a bit more attractive.”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, now what!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:30:09 GMT

Ronatario:

“Hm…” The girly mage ponders about what to do.

He starts to pace towards you, then, taking a 180 degree turn, starts to pace back toward the tree. As he reaches the tree, he then pulls another 180, then walks toward you once more. The cycle continues for about ten more minutes. Silence fills the atmosphere of the area around the two of you.

“By the way,” you speak up, ”did you see the other two around?”

“Oh, right.” The boy points up to the sky to emphasize his following statement. “Let’s see, Xi told me to go without him, said he wanted to check out the market prices in Dunbarton first before we left. You know him, always looking for fancy new clothes to showoff in!” he laughs, “You remember when we tried to buy him a birthday present?”

“It’s not my fault he owns everything we could afford!”

Hon laughs that innocent laugh of his again, or is it more of a condescending one?

“Well, if we want to catch up with him, we should go over to '''Dunbarton'''. It’s not that far, even if we don’t find him we can always buy some stuff ourselves.”

You remember the last time Hon and you went shopping together. An utter disaster. One complete day of him trying and buying random clothes with horrible color combinations, ugly green robes that looked like moss, weird hair ornaments too girly for even you to put on, and him wasting all of his money on shoes while you tried to bargain with the shopkeeper to let him ask for a refund.

Then again, you could get yourself a new war hammer, the thought tempts you.

“And the other guy…”

“You mean Ken?”

Ken’s hooded face flashes before your mind.

A man dressed in all black, a robe concealing most of his figure, always a shield on his back and usually nothing more aside from that smile of his. Smiles usually signify warmth and welcoming arms, Ken’s smiles usually meant someone’s innocence was on the line, be it by an awkward hug or a crude joke. All in good fun, however.

He was the newest member of this little family of yours. The oldest out of all of you, yet he seemed no different from you, Hon, and Xi mentally. At times you even questioned if he lied about his age, the possibility of him being a giant from the mountains never left your thoughts. A bit strange, but even he ended up becoming one of your lifelong companions, although it did take a while for the dirty jokes to stop.

Turns out you scare him.

“Hmm…” Hon rubs his temples in contemplation, “I think I caught a glimpse of him heading to '''Bangor''', the village located in the far end of the country.”

“I know where Bangor is, Hon.”

“Right… well, that’s where he was heading. He had some sort of crates on his back or something, big crates. He also seemed to be in a rush, barely looked at me, not even a “Hello” or even a wave.”

Nowadays, commercing is the new biggest fad, a process of trade in which wares are bought in one village and sold in another for profit. You are well experienced in the trials in which commerce entails, spending months with Ken, resident commerceholic, traveling from trade post to trade post in search of the best prices. Those several months were grueling, hours and hours of following Ken’s very footsteps while carrying about forty pounds of spices and herbs on your back. Your traveling buddy was ecstatic to be on the road, telling you stories of old friends and enemies, tales of his greatest accomplishments, and his opinions on the world in general. You, on the other hand, wished that bandits had put you out of your misery.

By the end of the day, though, you had about two million gold pieces, so it did have it’s upsides.

'''“Where should we go, Rel?”'''

----

*[[“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there, wanna go there, I wanna go there.”]]

*[[“Bangor, I guess.”]]

*[[“Where do you want to go?”]]

*[[“Somewhere a bit more attractive.”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, now what!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:29:11 GMT

Ronatario:

“Hm…” The girly mage ponders about what to do.

He starts to pace towards you, then, taking a 180 degree turn, starts to pace back toward the tree. As he reaches the tree, he then pulls another 180, then walks toward you once more. The cycle continues for about ten more minutes. Silence fills the atmosphere of the area around the two of you.

“By the way,” you speak up, ”did you see the other two around?”

“Oh, right.” The boy points up to the sky to emphasize his following statement. “Let’s see, Xi told me to go without him, said he wanted to check out the market prices in Dunbarton first before we left. You know him, always looking for fancy new clothes to showoff in!” he laughs, “You remember when we tried to buy him a birthday present?”

“It’s not my fault he owns everything we could afford!”

Hon laughs that innocent laugh of his again, or is it more of a condescending one?

“Well, if we want to catch up with him, we should go over to '''Dunbarton'''. It’s not that far, even if we don’t find him we can always buy some stuff ourselves.”

You remember the last time Hon and you went shopping together. An utter disaster. One complete day of him trying and buying random clothes with horrible color combinations, ugly green robes that looked like moss, weird hair ornaments too girly for even you to put on, and him wasting all of his money on shoes while you tried to bargain with the shopkeeper to let him ask for a refund.

Then again, you could get yourself a new war hammer, the thought tempts you.

“And the other guy…”

“You mean Ken?”

Ken’s hooded face flashes before your mind.

A man dressed in all black, a robe concealing most of his figure, always a shield on his back and usually nothing more aside from that smile of his. Smiles usually signify warmth and welcoming arms, Ken’s smiles usually meant someone’s innocence was on the line, be it by an awkward hug or a crude joke. All in good fun, however.

He was the newest member of this little family of yours. The oldest out of all of you, yet he seemed no different from you, Hon, and Xi mentally. At times you even questioned if he lied about his age, the possibility of him being a giant from the mountains never left your thoughts. A bit strange, but even he ended up becoming one of your lifelong companions, although it did take a while for the dirty jokes to stop.

Turns out you scare him.

“Hmm…” Hon rubs his temples in contemplation, “I think I caught a glimpse of him heading to '''Bangor''', the village located in the far end of the country.”

“I know where Bangor is, Hon.”

“Right… well, that’s where he was heading. He had some sort of crates on his back or something, big crates. He also seemed to be in a rush, barely looked at me, not even a “Hello” or even a wave.”

Nowadays, commercing is the new biggest fad, a process of trade in which wares are bought in one village and sold in another for profit. You are well experienced in the trials in which commerce entails, spending months with Ken, resident commerceholic, traveling from trade post to trade post in search of the best prices. Those several months were grueling, hours and hours of following Ken’s very footsteps while carrying about forty pounds of spices and herbs on your back. Your traveling buddy was ecstatic to be on the road, telling you stories of old friends and enemies, tales of his greatest accomplishments, and his opinions on the world in general. You, on the other hand, wished that bandits had put you out of your misery.

By the end of the day, though, you had about two million gold pieces, so it did have it’s upsides.

'''“Where should we go, Rel?”'''

*[[“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there, wanna go there, I wanna go there.”]]

*[[“Bangor, I guess.”]]

*[[“Where do you want to go?”]]

*[[“Somewhere a bit more attractive.”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, how’s your life!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:26:33 GMT

Ronatario:

“It’s been fine, you?”

''I’m trying to start a conversation, you idiot, take a hint!''

'''You need a new topic...'''

*[[“SO, how’s your brother!”]]
*[[“SO, how’s your magic!”]]
*[[“SO, now what!”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, how’s your brother!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:25:29 GMT

Ronatario:

“Oh, you mean Xi?”

An image of that little boy pops up in your mind. His dark hair, dark eyes, all in contrast to that white skin of his, displayed by his tiny shorts. You once asked Hon if you could have him, like a doll for a collection. You don’t know why, his overall brash personality repelled you at first, but soon you found it endearing, that constant upside down v-shaped mouth of his like that of a kitten. You can’t quite put your finger on what exactly. All you know is that he’s adorable and you have a special place on your shelf for him.

“I’m still here, you know, Rel…”

'''You need a new topic...'''

*[[“SO, how’s your life!”]]
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“SO, how’s your magic!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:24:58 GMT

Ronatario:

“Completely mastered all three elements!”

Hon is an accomplished mage, a fact which he will never let you forget. You two started out as rivals but eventually he started to take it seriously and ended up over taking you as the party’s main spell caster, leaving you to healing position. You don’t resent him for that at all, of course.

“Rel… can you stop looking at me like that… I suddenly feel like I’m being strangled…”

'''You need a new topic...'''

*[[“SO, how’s your brother!”]]
*[[“SO, how’s your life!”]]
*[[“SO, now what!”]]

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“SO, how’s your life!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:23:59 GMT

Ronatario:

“It’s been fine, you?”

''I’m trying to start a conversation, you idiot, take a hint!''

*[[“SO, how’s your brother!”]]
*[[“SO, how’s your magic!”]]
*[[“SO, now what!”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

Spiral Hill

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:22:21 GMT

Ronatario:

You lay on the grassy hill, propped up against a nearby tree, staring at the sky. A slight breeze flows over you, but it soon passes.

It’s been a few years since you’ve last been on this hill. It’s odd spiral shape is so familiar to you despite the passing of time. It’s a place that holds great meaning to you. The memories you’ve had here are eternal, and, no matter how hard you try to deny it, are a big part of your life.

''It’s been a few hours. They’re late.''

“Hey!” An effeminate voice calls out to you.

'''Do you…'''

*[[Look over your shoulder.]]

*[[Ignore the voice.]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, now what!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:21:07 GMT

Ronatario:

“Hm…” The girly mage ponders about what to do.

He starts to pace towards you, then, taking a 180 degree turn, starts to pace back toward the tree. As he reaches the tree, he then pulls another 180, then walks toward you once more. The cycle continues for about ten more minutes. Silence fills the atmosphere of the area around the two of you.

“By the way,” you speak up, ”did you see the other two around?”

“Oh, right.” The boy points up to the sky to emphasize his following statement. “Let’s see, Xi told me to go without him, said he wanted to check out the market prices in Dunbarton first before we left. You know him, always looking for fancy new clothes to showoff in!” he laughs, “You remember when we tried to buy him a birthday present?”

“It’s not my fault he owns everything we could afford!”

Hon laughs that innocent laugh of his again, or is it more of a condescending one?

“Well, if we want to catch up with him, we should go over to '''Dunbarton'''. It’s not that far, even if we don’t find him we can always buy some stuff ourselves.”

You remember the last time Hon and you went shopping together. An utter disaster. One complete day of him trying and buying random clothes with horrible color combinations, ugly green robes that looked like moss, weird hair ornaments too girly for even you to put on, and him wasting all of his money on shoes while you tried to bargain with the shopkeeper to let him ask for a refund.

Then again, you could get yourself a new war hammer, the thought tempts you.

“And the other guy…”

“You mean Ken?”

Ken’s hooded face flashes before your mind.

A man dressed in all black, a robe concealing most of his figure, always a shield on his back and usually nothing more aside from that smile of his. Smiles usually signify warmth and welcoming arms, Ken’s smiles usually meant someone’s innocence was on the line, be it by an awkward hug or a crude joke. All in good fun, however.

He was the newest member of this little family of yours. The oldest out of all of you, yet he seemed no different from you, Hon, and Xi mentally. At times you even questioned if he lied about his age, the possibility of him being a giant from the mountains never left your thoughts. A bit strange, but even he ended up becoming one of your lifelong companions, although it did take a while for the dirty jokes to stop.

Turns out you scare him.

“Hmm…” Hon rubs his temples in contemplation, “I think I caught a glimpse of him heading to '''Bangor''', the village located in the far end of the country.”

“I know where Bangor is, Hon.”

“Right… well, that’s where he was heading. He had some sort of crates on his back or something, big crates. He also seemed to be in a rush, barely looked at me, not even a “Hello” or even a wave.”

Nowadays, commercing is the new biggest fad, a process of trade in which wares are bought in one village and sold in another for profit. You are well experienced in the trials in which commerce entails, spending months with Ken, resident commerceholic, traveling from trade post to trade post in search of the best prices. Those several months were grueling, hours and hours of following Ken’s very footsteps while carrying about forty pounds of spices and herbs on your back. Your traveling buddy was ecstatic to be on the road, telling you stories of old friends and enemies, tales of his greatest accomplishments, and his opinions on the world in general. You, on the other hand, wished that bandits had put you out of your misery.

By the end of the day, though, you had about two million gold pieces, so it did have it’s upsides.

'''“Where should we go, Rel?”'''

*[[“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there, wanna go there, I wanna go there.”]]

*[[“Bangor, I guess.”]]

*[[“Where do you want to go?”]]

*[[“Somewhere a bit more attractive.”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, now what!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:20:48 GMT

Ronatario:

“Hm…” The girly mage ponders about what to do.

He starts to pace towards you, then, taking a 180 degree turn, starts to pace back toward the tree. As he reaches the tree, he then pulls another 180, then walks toward you once more. The cycle continues for about ten more minutes. Silence fills the atmosphere of the area around the two of you.

“By the way,” you speak up, ”did you see the other two around?”

“Oh, right.” The boy points up to the sky to emphasize his following statement. “Let’s see, Xi told me to go without him, said he wanted to check out the market prices in Dunbarton first before we left. You know him, always looking for fancy new clothes to showoff in!” he laughs, “You remember when we tried to buy him a birthday present?”

“It’s not my fault he owns everything we could afford!”

Hon laughs that innocent laugh of his again, or is it more of a condescending one?

“Well, if we want to catch up with him, we should go over to '''Dunbarton'''. It’s not that far, even if we don’t find him we can always buy some stuff ourselves.”

You remember the last time Hon and you went shopping together. An utter disaster. One complete day of him trying and buying random clothes with horrible color combinations, ugly green robes that looked like moss, weird hair ornaments too girly for even you to put on, and him wasting all of his money on shoes while you tried to bargain with the shopkeeper to let him ask for a refund.

Then again, you could get yourself a new war hammer, the thought tempts you.

“And the other guy…”

“You mean Ken?”

Ken’s hooded face flashes before your mind.

A man dressed in all black, a robe concealing most of his figure, always a shield on his back and usually nothing more aside from that smile of his. Smiles usually signify warmth and welcoming arms, Ken’s smiles usually meant someone’s innocence was on the line, be it by an awkward hug or a crude joke. All in good fun, however.

He was the newest member of this little family of yours. The oldest out of all of you, yet he seemed no different from you, Hon, and Xi mentally. At times you even questioned if he lied about his age, the possibility of him being a giant from the mountains never left your thoughts. A bit strange, but even he ended up becoming one of your lifelong companions, although it did take a while for the dirty jokes to stop.

Turns out you scare him.

“Hmm…” Hon rubs his temples in contemplation, “I think I caught a glimpse of him heading to '''Bangor''', the village located in the far end of the country.”

“I know where Bangor is, Hon.”

“Right… well, that’s where he was heading. He had some sort of crates on his back or something, big crates. He also seemed to be in a rush, barely looked at me, not even a “Hello” or even a wave.”

Nowadays, commercing is the new biggest fad, a process of trade in which wares are bought in one village and sold in another for profit. You are well experienced in the trials in which commerce entails, spending months with Ken, resident commerceholic, traveling from trade post to trade post in search of the best prices. Those several months were grueling, hours and hours of following Ken’s very footsteps while carrying about forty pounds of spices and herbs on your back. Your traveling buddy was ecstatic to be on the road, telling you stories of old friends and enemies, tales of his greatest accomplishments, and his opinions on the world in general. You, on the other hand, wished that bandits had put you out of your misery.

By the end of the day, though, you had about two million gold pieces, so it did have it’s upsides.

'''“Where should we go, Rel?”'''

*[[“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there, wanna go there, I wanna go there.”]]

*[[“Bangor, I guess.”]]

*[[“Where do you want to go?”]]

*[[“Somewhere a bit more attractive.”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, now what!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:20:27 GMT

Ronatario:

“Hm…” The girly mage ponders about what to do.

He starts to pace towards you, then, taking a 180 degree turn, starts to pace back toward the tree. As he reaches the tree, he then pulls another 180, then walks toward you once more. The cycle continues for about ten more minutes. Silence fills the atmosphere of the area around the two of you.

“By the way,” you speak up, ”did you see the other two around?”

“Oh, right.” The boy points up to the sky to emphasize his following statement. “Let’s see, Xi told me to go without him, said he wanted to check out the market prices in Dunbarton first before we left. You know him, always looking for fancy new clothes to showoff in!” he laughs, “You remember when we tried to buy him a birthday present?”

“It’s not my fault he owns everything we could afford!”

Hon laughs that innocent laugh of his again, or is it more of a condescending one?

“Well, if we want to catch up with him, we should go over to '''Dunbarton'''. It’s not that far, even if we don’t find him we can always buy some stuff ourselves.”

You remember the last time Hon and you went shopping together. An utter disaster. One complete day of him trying and buying random clothes with horrible color combinations, ugly green robes that looked like moss, weird hair ornaments too girly for even you to put on, and him wasting all of his money on shoes while you tried to bargain with the shopkeeper to let him ask for a refund.

Then again, you could get yourself a new war hammer, the thought tempts you.

“And the other guy…”

“You mean Ken?”

Ken’s hooded face flashes before your mind.

A man dressed in all black, a robe concealing most of his figure, always a shield on his back and usually nothing more aside from that smile of his. Smiles usually signify warmth and welcoming arms, Ken’s smiles usually meant someone’s innocence was on the line, be it by an awkward hug or a crude joke. All in good fun, however.

He was the newest member of this little family of yours. The oldest out of all of you, yet he seemed no different from you, Hon, and Xi mentally. At times you even questioned if he lied about his age, the possibility of him being a giant from the mountains never left your thoughts. A bit strange, but even he ended up becoming one of your lifelong companions, although it did take a while for the dirty jokes to stop.

Turns out you scare him.

“Hmm…” Hon rubs his temples in contemplation, “I think I caught a glimpse of him heading to '''Bangor''', the village located in the far end of the country.”

“I know where Bangor is, Hon.”

“Right… well, that’s where he was heading. He had some sort of crates on his back or something, big crates. He also seemed to be in a rush, barely looked at me, not even a “Hello” or even a wave.”

Nowadays, commercing is the new biggest fad, a process of trade in which wares are bought in one village and sold in another for profit. You are well experienced in the trials in which commerce entails, spending months with Ken, resident commerceholic, traveling from trade post to trade post in search of the best prices. Those several months were grueling, hours and hours of following Ken’s very footsteps while carrying about forty pounds of spices and herbs on your back. Your traveling buddy was ecstatic to be on the road, telling you stories of old friends and enemies, tales of his greatest accomplishments, and his opinions on the world in general. You, on the other hand, wished that bandits had put you out of your misery.

By the end of the day, though, you had about two million gold pieces, so it did have it’s upsides.

'''“Where should we go, Rel?”'''

*[[“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there, wanna go there, I wanna go there.”]]

*[[“Bangor, I guess.”]]

*[[“Where do you want to go?”]]

*[[“Somewhere a bit more attractive.”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, now what!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:13:28 GMT

Ronatario:

“Hm…” The girly mage ponders about what to do.

He starts to pace towards you, then, taking a 180 degree turn, starts to pace back toward the tree. As he reaches the tree, he then pulls another 180, then walks toward you once more. The cycle continues for about ten more minutes. Silence fills the atmosphere of the area around the two of you.

“By the way,” you speak up, ”did you see the other two around?”

“Oh, right.” the boy points up to the sky to emphasize his following statement, “Let’s see, Xi told me to go without him, said he wanted to check out the market prices in Dunbarton first before we left. You know him, always looking for fancy new clothes to showoff in!” he laughs, “You remember when we tried to buy him a birthday present?”

“It’s not my fault he owns everything we could afford!”

Hon laughs that innocent laugh of his again, or is it more of a condescending one?

“Well, if we want to catch up with him, we should go over to Dunbarton. It’s not that far, even if we don’t find him we can always buy some stuff ourselves.”

You remember the last time Hon and you went shopping together. An utter disaster. One complete day of him trying and buying random clothes with horrible color combinations, ugly green robes that looked like moss, weird hair ornaments too girly for even you to put on, and him wasting all of his money on shoes while you tried to bargain with the shopkeeper to let him ask for a refund.

Then again, you could get yourself a new war hammer, the thought tempts you.

“And the other guy…”

“You mean Ken?”

Ken’s hooded face flashes before your mind.

A man dressed in all black, a robe concealing most of his figure, always a shield on his back and usually nothing more aside from that smile of his. Smiles usually signify warmth and welcoming arms, Ken’s smiles usually meant someone’s innocence was on the line, be it by an awkward hug or a crude joke. All in good fun, however.

He was the newest member of this little family of yours. The oldest out of all of you, yet he seemed no different from you, Hon, and Xi mentally. At times you even questioned if he lied about his age, the possibility of him being a giant from the mountains never left your thoughts. A bit strange, but even he ended up becoming one of your lifelong companions, although it did take a while for the dirty jokes to stop.

Turns out you scare him.

“Hmm…” Hon rubs his temples in contemplation, “I think I caught a glimpse of him heading to Bangor, the village located in the far end of the country.”

“I know where Bangor is, Hon.”

“Right… well, that’s where he was heading. He had some sort of crates on his back or something, big crates. He also seemed to be in a rush, barely looked at me, not even a “Hello” or even a wave.”

Nowadays, commercing is the new biggest fad, a process of trade in which wares are bought in one village and sold in another for profit. You are well experienced in the trials in which commerce entails, spending months with Ken, resident commerceholic, traveling from trade post to trade post in search of the best prices. Those several months were grueling, hours and hours of following Ken’s very footsteps while carrying about forty pounds of spices and herbs on your back. Your traveling buddy was ecstatic to be on the road, telling you stories of old friends and enemies, tales of his greatest accomplishments, and his opinions on the world in general. You, on the other hand, wished that bandits had put you out of your misery.

By the end of the day, though, you had about two million gold pieces, so it did have it’s upsides.

'''“Where should we go, Rel?”'''

*[[“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there, wanna go there, I wanna go there.”]]

*[[“Bangor, I guess.”]]

*[[“Where do you want to go?”]]

*[[“Somewhere a bit more attractive.”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, now what!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:12:56 GMT

Ronatario: Created page with '“Hm…” The girly mage ponders about what to do. He starts to pace towards you, then, taking a 180 degree turn, starts to pace back toward the tree. As he reaches the tree, …'

“Hm…” The girly mage ponders about what to do.

He starts to pace towards you, then, taking a 180 degree turn, starts to pace back toward the tree. As he reaches the tree, he then pulls another 180, then walks toward you once more. The cycle continues for about ten more minutes. Silence fills the atmosphere of the area around the two of you.

“By the way,” you speak up, ”did you see the other two around?”

“Oh, right.” the boy points up to the sky to emphasize his following statement, “Let’s see, Xi told me to go without him, said he wanted to check out the market prices in Dunbarton first before we left. You know him, always looking for fancy new clothes to showoff in!” he laughs, “You remember when we tried to buy him a birthday present?”

“It’s not my fault he owns everything we could afford!”

Hon laughs that innocent laugh of his again, or is it more of a condescending one?

“Well, if we want to catch up with him, we should go over to Dunbarton. It’s not that far, even if we don’t find him we can always buy some stuff ourselves.”

You remember the last time Hon and you went shopping together. An utter disaster. One complete day of him trying and buying random clothes with horrible color combinations, ugly green robes that looked like moss, weird hair ornaments too girly for even you to put on, and him wasting all of his money on shoes while you tried to bargain with the shopkeeper to let him ask for a refund.

Then again, you could get yourself a new war hammer, the thought tempts you.

“And the other guy…”

“You mean Ken?”

Ken’s hooded face flashes before your mind.

A man dressed in all black, a robe concealing most of his figure, always a shield on his back and usually nothing more aside from that smile of his. Smiles usually signify warmth and welcoming arms, Ken’s smiles usually meant someone’s innocence was on the line, be it by an awkward hug or a crude joke. All in good fun, however.

He was the newest member of this little family of yours. The oldest out of all of you, yet he seemed no different from you, Hon, and Xi mentally. At times you even questioned if he lied about his age, the possibility of him being a giant from the mountains never left your thoughts. A bit strange, but even he ended up becoming one of your lifelong companions, although it did take a while for the dirty jokes to stop.

Turns out you scare him.

“Hmm…” Hon rubs his temples in contemplation, “I think I caught a glimpse of him heading to Bangor, the village located in the far end of the country.”

“I know where Bangor is, Hon.”

“Right… well, that’s where he was heading. He had some sort of crates on his back or something, big crates. He also seemed to be in a rush, barely looked at me, not even a “Hello” or even a wave.”

Nowadays, commercing is the new biggest fad, a process of trade in which wares are bought in one village and sold in another for profit. You are well experienced in the trials in which commerce entails, spending months with Ken, resident commerceholic, traveling from trade post to trade post in search of the best prices. Those several months were grueling, hours and hours of following Ken’s very footsteps while carrying about forty pounds of spices and herbs on your back. Your traveling buddy was ecstatic to be on the road, telling you stories of old friends and enemies, tales of his greatest accomplishments, and his opinions on the world in general. You, on the other hand, wished that bandits had put you out of your misery.

By the end of the day, though, you had about two million gold pieces, so it did have it’s upsides.

'''“Where should we go, Rel?”'''

*[[“So… I hear Dunbarton’s nice right now. Let‘s go there, wanna go there, I wanna go there.”]]

*[[“Bangor, I guess.”]]

*[[“Where do you want to go?”]]

*[[“Somewhere a bit more attractive.”]]�

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, how’s your magic!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:09:58 GMT

Ronatario:

“Completely mastered all three elements!”

Hon is an accomplished mage, a fact which he will never let you forget. You two started out as rivals but eventually he started to take it seriously and ended up over taking you as the party’s main spell caster, leaving you to healing position. You don’t resent him for that at all, of course.

“Rel… can you stop looking at me like that… I suddenly feel like I’m being strangled…”

*[[“SO, how’s your brother!”]]
*[[“SO, how’s your life!”]]
*[[“SO, now what!”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]

“SO, how’s your magic!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:09:37 GMT

Ronatario: Created page with '“Completely mastered all three elements!” Hon is an accomplished mage, a fact which he will never let you forget. You two started out as rivals but eventually he started to …'

“Completely mastered all three elements!”

Hon is an accomplished mage, a fact which he will never let you forget. You two started out as rivals but eventually he started to take it seriously and ended up over taking you as the party’s main spell caster, leaving you to healing position. You don’t resent him for that at all, of course.

“Rel… can you stop looking at me like that… I suddenly feel like I’m being strangled…”

*[[“SO, how’s your brother!”]]
*[[“SO, how’s your life!”]]
*[[“SO, now what!”]]

“SO, how’s your life!”

Ronatario — Wed, 02 May 2012 22:07:13 GMT

Ronatario:

“It’s been fine, you?”

I’m trying to start a conversation, you idiot, take a hint!

*[[“SO, how’s your brother!”]]
*[[“SO, how’s your magic!”]]
*[[“SO, now what!”]]

[[Category: Spiral Hill]]