An ongoing story.....

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  1. S.J. Faerlind

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    So this is a fun thing we did in my writer's group once and I thought we might give it a try. It's very much like the 3-word story thread, only the posts are a few sentences long. The trick is to read the previous 1 or 2 posts and then add your own to keep the story going. There is a catch however and this is the fun part: the characters aren't allowed to speak (i.e. you can't use dialogue). They have to do all of their communication through body language only.
    OK so here we go:

    Pushing the hood of her cloak back, Almea surveyed the sign over the door of the inn. The Traveller's Rest did not appear to be a restful place at all. Loud music and thumping from the other side of the door announced that the patrons were enjoying some rowdy entertainment. Peering carefully up and down the street, she realized that she had no choice but go inside. This was the only inn for many leagues. Grasping the thick bronze bar in front of her, she heaved open the oaken door.
     
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    Kate tried to thump the floorboards with his walking stick in time with the merry band of music men performing behind the sweet and sultry words of
    the dancing maiden, Allura. His rythm was no good. His mood was out of sync with the music. It wasn't that he didn't have the gift for merrymaking.
    It was all the fault of the foul smelling oaf hovering over him. Kate made a great swing at the man's face, and he fell over, crashing into tables, and chairs,
    and other men.
     
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    Almea avoided the brawlers, stepping quickly to the left as she danced around the melee. Tables broke and chairs went flying but the band played on as if nothing was amiss. Finally managing to weave her way over to the bar, she held up a hand to alert the innkeeper to her presence.
     
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    He was a big bear of a man and he cocked an eye in Almea's direction. She at once noticed the tattoo that wound its way up his hefty forearm, a serpent whose demeanor seemed to matched that of the owner. But Almea stood firm and called for him to bring her a drink of rum.
     
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    The owner lurched his meaty leg limbs over to the rum keg, passed it, and procured a viscous black drink into a mug. He slammed it down in front of Almea sternly, as if to challenge her. His glare somehow managed to become more intense, the serpent looked very friendly in comparison.
     
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    Matching him glare for glare, Almea slapped a coin down on the counter to pay for her drink. The tattooed innkeeper raised his eyebrows at her insolence, the faint beginnings of a grin twitching at the corners of his lips as he pocketed the coin.
     
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    To say Almea was underwhelmed by this unholy fellow, an innkeeper waiting bar at a ramshackle tavern on the edge of the northern frontier, would have understated the obvious. But this was the place, and this was the man she had been sent to rendezvous with. The innkeeper leaned in and spoke into her ear, his voice was lilting and almost lyrical, more the voice of a poet than an innkeeper.
     
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    Almea raised an eyebrow at what he had to say. Nodding her thanks for his advice, she peered into the shadows in the corner of the room. A stranger, hooded and cloaked sat alone at a table there, his eyes watching every move she made.
     
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    Or more to the point, his one eye followed her, the other eye wore a patch. Almea thanked the innkeeper and this time left not a coin, but a white handkerchief with a small crimson 'M' embroidered at its center. She spun on one foot and made her way back out into the night. She would meet this stranger on level ground, and away from lamp light.
     
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    The innkeeper swiped at the bar with the handkerchief, pretending it was a towel so the stranger in the corner would not be suspicious. Slipping it into the pocket of his apron, he tucked it carefully away and smiled to himself. The woman had paid him well for the information. The sigil on the handkerchief would open doors for him that until this point had remained stubbornly closed.