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Edit from Catch-22: To avoid clutter from too many RP topics, I have chosen this topic as our RP sticky. Keep the role playing in here, and here only, please. This thread has done very well, and the creator has been very accomodating and intelligent. Just go with the flow, and you'll be fine. If you're about to go out of character, and say something that's not to be included in the actual RP, please preface it with OOC. Do NOT make a post to reserve a spot. Come back in when you're ready to join in on the fun. Reserving breaks the flow of the storyline. Also, DO NOT post in here unless you're going to join the RP. A line or two of OOC is fine, but if that's all you're posting, it will be deleted.

OOC: I'm not going to ask anyone to fill out a form of their character, I trust everyone to be descriptive enough in their first post not to need one.

Setting:
A quiet little town of mixed races. It's a rural farm center, it has the basics, but nothing fancy. A general store, town hall, and a barber shop are the only public buildings, aside from the Inn. Everyone simply calls it "The Inn" even though it's owner named it "Maroon Dragon." Everybody stops by the Inn, it's the place to go to hear anything, learn anything and hear a few good stories. The food, though, was the main reason people went. Best grits you could get before the long road to the capital. It's a large wood cabin on the edge of the un-farmed and wild land. It's a warm and welcome inside with big wood tables and a bar. Large cushioned chairs and smaller pillows for children surround a massive iron and stone fireplace, perfect for story telling. There is a grand old wooden spiral staircase winding up to the second floor. It has a landing and a few, more private tables that overlook the rest the Inn. Across the landing are the rooms, which are elegant and the softest thing you can sleep on in quite a few miles.

Kenderken's Entrance:
A small, toy sized figure sits on a spindly branch outside the Inn. She coughs slightly and rubs her tired, aching muscles. "It would be warmer in there." She mumbles to herself. Slowly and carefully she crawls toward the end of the branch peering into the window. Her top knot of hair catches on a dead branch and yanks her head back. "Ouch!" She yelps and peels out a tiny sized hatchet and wacks away and the branch till it lets go of her hair. She then puts the hatchet and now, some wooden twigs into the mini pouches and bags strewn about her clothing. Slowly she edges out further along the branch, carefully stepping with her moccasin fur lined boots clinging to the branch. She makes little noise despite all the pouches and bags and bits of bone on her clothing.

Through the window she sees the kitchen, bustling and cooking away, her mouth waters. Driven by hunger she nears the window with disregard of how the branch starts to bend and squeak. Abruptly it beaks and sends her straight through the window.

*EDITED FOR MISTAKES sweatdrop redface *

~Enter Kuroude~

His ears twitched and perked up, and he looked toward the direction of the kitchen. What is it now?, he wondered. He stood up and stretched, his blonde tail flicking and his ears twitching. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash, and looked over. A robed elven girl was heading towards the kitchen with a sword out, the flash he had seen. As he looked over at her his mind wandered for a bit...

OOC: Yeah, he's kind of...well, you get the point. Sorry, hirai. sweatdrop

Kuroude shook his head, clearing it, and, scratched behind an ear with his paw. Perhaps he shouldn't go in...the elf girl was already taking care of it...but he couldn't help but wonder what cause the commotion. Plus...the air was thick with the scents of many fine foods...

Curiousity got the better of him, and, pulling out his dagger (With a dragonhead hilt), he followed suit into the kitchen. His fur went on end, sensing something...unusual...

(I'm elvish...O_o)
Hirai slowly pushed open the door, which was somewhat difficult, seeing as there was debris piled up against it. What she saw inside astonished even her.

Lying on the floor was a female Kender, covered in the remnants of what was to be dinner. Surprised, Hirai knelt down next to her.

"Young Kender-kin...are you alright?" The Kender answered with a moan. Hirai lifted her head up to look at the cooks, glaring at them slightly.

"I will care for her in my room. Do not disturb me, or you will be very sorry." With that, she lifted up the Kender and brought her back through the dining area and towards the stairs.

Dazed, she slowly opens her eyes. They snapped open wide. Horror was reflected out from her gentle soft brown eyes. She was hovering off the floor. Flying! She could see the ground so far below her. "EEEEEEEIIIAAAAEEE!" She squealed. Squirming she tried to gain control of her "flight." Spinning around she realized she was in the clutches of someone... Beautiful... "Oh no! Oh no! You've made a mistake! It's not time for me yet angel!" She shrieked, realizing this woman was taking her to the beyond. "I'm not going yet!" With that she bit into the "angel's" flesh for her to release her.

OOC:No offense taken, Kuro-kun. ^^

IC: She had almost reached the stairs when she heard a sharp squeal and the Kender began to squirm in her arms, trying to escape. The Kender yelled something about an angel, and then to her great disbelief, bit her!
"Ow! What in the name of Paladine was that for?!" Though the bite stung something awful, she did not let go.
"You're not going anywhere, young Kenderkin. We need to talk"

Seeing the little thing go limp, looking to be in such dispair, Kuroude softened, and went up to the elven girl, unafraid.

"Okay, I don't know what you need to talk about with this Kender, but I'm sure you know as well as I do that Kenders don't survive very long when they can't wander. So I'm going with you, to make sure that this little one is able to roam free after you talk with her, and don't try to stop me. I'm curious as to what you wanted to speak with her about now, anyway."

Kuroude was looking straight into the elven girl's eyes, doing his best not to let his own eyes wander.

With morose melancholy, the tiny Kender wrapped her little arms around her knees and watched the stairs go by. She then caught sight of the Cat-Person, she really wanted to touch his fur, it looked soft and nice, as well as really warm to cuddle up against. Then she realized she wouldn't be able to because she was dead and going up to the heavens with an angel. "Wait a sec...' She thought to herself. 'Angel's don't walk up stairs, they fly!' She snapped her head up to look at her captor again. Narrowing her eyes to take in all the details she could, she noticed pointed ears. She gasped lightly. "What d-does one of the Fair People have to do with me?" She wondered out loud.

Kuroude's ears twitched when he heard the kender's voice. He smiled, enjoying the melodious sound of her voice, and continued to walk in silence alongside the elven girl.