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((Welcome back Wolfy! That's pretty much all that happened so far, it was also revealed that Noah and Raven met before and Noah had saved her life. As far as the talk with Alistair, we're still waiting for a response from JD, his character offered assistance and an escort to Rien in exchange for Raven to read the parchment that was given to him by his master, but neither Raven nor Carina were interested in a body guard or planned on going to Rien. Raven, however, offered to translate the parchment anyway in exchange for more info about who Alistair is and more about his master, but only if Carina agreed with it as well or would rather have something else offered. :3

Owlette, SoaringAway's character, is not yet with the group.))

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((I hate to double post, but I wanted everyone to know that I completely redecorated the introduction page. Everything is still pretty much the same, only moved around. However, the "Lynthia Inhabitants" section has changed. If you go look, you'll notice it now only contains member's names and only their characters names beneath them. But, if you click on the character names, a new tab will open directly to that character's form. I still have all the original forms just in case any of you need them, but I'd like you each to check your character's forms and make sure they're updated and the correct version. If I made a mistake, please let me know! Also feel free to delete the codes beneath your forms if they're still there and delete the code word if you like, along with any OOC talk in that post so it'll look more organized and neat. I'll be doing the same with Shike's form soon enough :3
Reason why I did this was because 1) I figured out how and 2) I was running out of room XD
If any of you need to put your previous update of your character's form that was previously on the introduction page (for instance, if you had messaged me your form but didn't get the chance to put it in the RP) let me know and I'll send it right to you with instructions on what to do.


As a kind of side note, here's another update to the introduction page, which is the town Shike was born in:

Leih-lay

Located to the southwest of Lynthia Castle, Leih-lay resides out in the plains between the D'ya and Capac rivers. Not long ago, the plains were frequented with bandits and thieves because of the lack of protection from the castle and patrol, the area just too far out of the way. However, the King placed a base here in this town for his knights, sending in a few captains along with their own squadron to keep the area safe. It's also here a school of Knighthood was founded, and Leih-lay became well known for it's education. The King's knights took on students deemed worthy of becoming one of them, many from all over the land, human and any other breed alike, visiting the town to try out for the school. Another unique trait about this town is that it's residents, and normally people born here, have hair colors ranging from purest black to purest white, only ranging between different shades of grey. White-hair, however, is still very rare. Similar traits can be seen from neighboring towns.))

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((Waiting on the other's before I post again :3
In the meantime, here's a fun form to read! I finally decided to make Shike my official second character, even if he won't be showing up as often x3

@SoaringAway: Your character's form, along with the town she was born in, are also up now :3


Name: Shike Talisman
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race/Breed: Human
Ability/Power/Skills: Shike's ability is being able to control and harness his chakra, chi, life force,
energy, whatever you want to call it. Though there are many that are able to do this (ninjas especially),
Shike is able to take it to the next step. He can give it form, turning it into a weapon or shield. In some
cases he can heal wounds but mostly minor cuts or dull aches, and only if not in battle.


Appearance: A strange color decorates his hair, a dark slate-gray that's actually more common in
a certain area of Lynthia. His eyes are a dark blue with grey mixed in, giving them a faint steel-look, and
his height is around 5'9". Shike's build is well muscled and very well fit, though he isn't bulky. His cloths
consist of dark grey and silvered colors with black thrown in here and there, normally long sleeved and
wearing pants rather than shorts. More often, at least when it's cold out, Shike wears a black-grey coat,
and his facial features are sharped but his expression says otherwise. Looking upon this young man,
you'll hardly ever see him stressed out or even serious, sometimes he appears lazy. A leather belt is
around his right shoulder to his left thigh, the belt holding on to a sheath that contains a long, katana
sword.


Personality: They say never judge a book by it's cover, but Shike may be an exception. Just as he
lets on by appearance, he's a very laid back guy that doesn't sweat the details. He'd rather lay around
and finish his nap during an earthquake than go around panicking like the others, or finish his meal
during an attack. Rarely would he question things, too, no matter how strange it can get. If someone
came up to him with two heads (one of them an animal) and told him they needed his help to find their
pet that "stole" their other head, he'd merely shrug and tell them to lead the way. Only if he felt it worth
his time, at least.
Despite this, though, Shike isn't lazy and can get things done. Sure, sometimes he may not feel like it but
when he says he'll get something done, he does it. Shike enjoys being sarcastic and messing with others,
and joining in on vocal-games whether the person is an ally or an enemy. However, he can lose patience
or become irritated if he's losing a fight, as Shike can be competitive. Granted, he doesn't get carried
away but he finds it especially humiliating if he lost a battle upon first meeting and will challenge the
person again, but if the two happen to see one another more than once, then over time Shike will start
to care less and less. Unless of course the person enjoys taunting and/or mocking him, then he may do it
out of fun but otherwise (if the person was just a jerk) it doesn't matter.
Shike can be one puzzling character, too. More often than not, you'll find him committing a crime and
wrecking havoc, but he contains some morals within him. Sometimes they're just way deep down. His lack
of ability to take things seriously can, at time, be an asset to his "enemies", too, as he may even help
them out if he feels like it and it doesn't violate his allegiance with his boss at all. Another moral of
Shike's, his loyalty. Once he's placed it with someone, it stays there, and he takes it very seriously. Don't
be fooled by his occasional good deeds, however, for Shike can be very evil when it comes down to it. Or
perhaps it's the other way around..?


History: The town of Leih-lay [Leh-lay] was where Shike was born and raised. It was a quiet
town, out in the plains west of the Castle and between the Capac and D'ya rivers. Leih-lay was known for
it's own "school" for aspiring knights, and eventually a base was put there for convenience of
surrounding locals since it was out of the way for both the Castle and Patrol. That was when Shike's
father came in, a gentleman that spoke knight both physically and spiritually. The king had dispatched his
father, Syrin, there as captain along with a few others including a small squad, and there they took on
any who were worthy of becoming knights and trained them. Syrin did what was expected of him, but the
captain had met an odd yet mysterious young woman that was born in the town, Milyna. Being a very
well trained ninja, she had first approached Syrin out of interest to serve the King, though she wasn't a
knight or was interested in becoming one, she still possessed skills she deemed worthy to put her up to
the task. Being the skeptical and old-fashioned man he was, Syrin didn't believe her (having already
received a number of disappointments already) but he was fair and gave her a chance. Milyna was true to
her word and was soon being sent on missions, either alone or with other knights, for the King or if
anyone needed help, though she and the captain began seeing more and more of one another between
duties. Soon their love was declared and Syrin settled officially in the town, building a house of their own,
and living within were the newest additions to the family: Shike and his little sister, Shiah.

For a long while, life was good, and at the age of ten Shike was inspired by his parents' devotion,
especially his father's, so took on being a squire so that one day he, too, will become a knight. He took
on small tasks, of course, mainly cleaning and fetching things, but as he grew older and more mature he
was given better jobs. Syrin was proud of his son and did his best to be the teacher, though every now
and then his job called him away. Shike didn't mind, he was equally as proud of his father and
understood, and he was around often enough. At the age of 15 (Shiah being 4), however, things took a
drastic turn. Defending a small town across the river, both of Shike's parents were killed during a bandit
raid. Shike was told they were fighting alone and holding them back until help arrived, which it did, but
not in time to save them. Often he was told it was because of their bravery that the town was saved, but
Shike became bitter and resentful. It didn't show outwardly, but he hated what his parents did and
dubbed them stupid and idiotic, selfish for their actions. That they would fight to the death and die, for
people they didn't even know, and leave those that loved and care for them behind without a second
thought. Brokenhearted, dark thoughts began brewing within Shike and he started questioning his
parents actions, if they really cared for him and his little sister, along with the knights. Telling Shiah of the
news was the hardest thing he had ever done, holding it off for as long as he could, and when he
eventually did he hated his parents ever more. He told her what most would of told a child, that their
parents went to a special place (for though Shike himself was angry with them, he didn't want Shiah to
be) and weren't coming back. Shiah didn't understand and began to cry, asking why, and Shike held her
while comforting her the best he could, only saying that it was their time and she'd understand when she
was older. But he made a solemn vow to her that he'd never leave her, and will always keep her safe.

That was the end of Shike's childhood as he took on the responsibilities of being an adult, the "man of
the house". He kept a living by continuing his squire duties and receiving help, such as food, from the
villages. He wouldn't accept charity, however, and would work extra hard to pay off what was given to
them. Shike hoped that eventually, though he now disliked them, he would become a knight and be able
to pay for things better and easier, and take care of Shiah on his own. Unfortunately, though, the new
captain of the guard was a very stern man and very traditional, acceptance into the Knighthood became
more difficult. For some reason he was very keen on teaching Shike personally, perhaps because of his
ability and that he was the son of the former captain and so expected much from him. Shike was his
personal squire and tried his best to be promoted, but his secret hatred and inability to always take
things seriously were holding him back. Often the new captain criticized and lectured Shike, each time
sending a fresh wave of dislike through him but always his jaw was set in a firm line and he took it, only
the thought of Shiah holding his tongue.

However, as if things weren't bad enough, tragedy struck. It happened about three years after their
parents passed on, Shiah hadn't completely gotten over it yet and was having one of her downed-days
so Shike took her out of the village to explore near the swamp. He didn't take her too close as it could be
a very dangerous place to visit, especially for a child playing, but there had been a smaller one close by
he visited often where the deepest bog was no bigger than your foot. It was here Shiah had been
cursed, Shike lost sight of her for only a few moments and she had found what looked to be a fairy. She
gave chase but when she caught it, trying to hide within a tree, she collapsed. Of course she was
immediately taken home, the physician that saw to her claiming she was fine, and the next day his
analysis seemed correct. But a change had come over her, she was emotionless, distant. She became
sick often with intense headaches and stomach aches. Shike was always there by her side during these
episodes and he eventually sent for a shaman, someone more experienced in this field of work. It was
revealed then that a deadly curse was placed on Shiah, though it wasn't her it was deadly toward. At
least not yet. Shike was warned that if not treated, Shiah will start drawing wraiths, gulls, and other
monstrosities to her, which will, in turn, attack the village. The shaman didn't know how to be rid of the
curse and nor did any others Shike asked after that (always having to pay a little extra for silence). For
months Shike kept this a secret, for the village, especially his master, would want to get rid of Shiah.
Shike wouldn't be able to handle that.


But of course, luck wasn't on his side. The new captain discovered Shiah's condition on Shike's 19th
birthday, a year after Shiah was cursed. During the time the town had been ravaged by the constant
threat of wraiths and banshees, along with other creatures, and have only survived because of the
knights living there. The captain didn't make the connection yet and had been too occupied with
defending the town, but Shike's excused absences became more often and noticeable as the months
passed along with the steady flow of shamans, clerics, healers, and witch doctors coming in and out of
town. Connecting the dots, he wondered if the appearances of the monsters and Shiah becoming ill
around the same time was coincidence or not, and eventually interrogated a couple of the hired
healers. Shike was on his way back from a mission when he saw the commotion at his house, his little
sister, frail and pale, was being dragged out of the house without a fuss. Catching on what could be
happening, Shike had rushed in and stopped them, begging for her to be left alone. The captain was
very disappointed in Shike for keeping this secret but told him he will not be punished because his
heart was in the right place, however it had to stop. The order was issued that the girl be executed.
Mortified, Shike desperately, but with the reasoning and dignity the captain would appreciate,
continued his arguments, hoping someone in the crowd would step up and help him, but all remained
back, too frightened and tired of the frequent visits of their night-time neighbors. The captain was as
stubborn as any knight, too, so instead Shike tried another approach, promising to take Shiah away
and they could leave the village. The captain denied his request, claiming that she would still be cursed
and bring danger wherever she went. Death was the only answer, not only for those around her but
for her as well. The captain had then told Shike to "open his eyes" and look upon the deranged form of
his sister, how much she was hurting and being tormented. To offer sympathy and end it. This,
however, enraged Shike. No one had any idea how Shiah felt or what she wanted, no one better than
him, and no one ever cared before. He attacked the captain but was soon outnumbered to do any real
damage, and had to use his ability to knock everyone off him. Grabbing Shiah, something strange
happened. His chakra was still surrounding his body, engulfing Shiah's own and somehow drawing out
whatever it was that was inside her. Both connected, and for a split second Shike thought she was
being cured, but instead it was like she was engulfed in flames. When they died down, in Shiah's place
was a black stone, a very dark, purple mist swirling within. It was flat, smooth, and oval shaped, and
picking it up it felt warm to the touch. He didn't know why, but he was positive Shiah's spirit, though
cursed, was still inside. Taking this with him, he used the villager's stunned reaction as a chance to
escape, and was never seen again.


Vocation: Unknown.
Strengths: Shike is able to turn his chakra into a living weapon if he so wished, either using it
to slice, block, or knock back enemies. He's fairly skilled with a katana blade as well along with kunai
and shuriken. His mother had taught him how to flow his chakra well and to meditate, so Shike's well
focused with quick reflexes. His laid back nature helps a lot with this for even if he does become
surprised, he doesn't dwell on it for long and can counter it properly.

Weaknesses: He has a tendency to underestimate his opponents and become cocky, which
that alone has given him plenty of trouble in the past. His competitive steak can get the better of him,
too, along with falling for certain taunts or "challenges". His chakra also can't be relied on constantly,
for though it's handy it's still part of his energy. When used to an extent, it can start to wear Shike out,
making him slower and more sluggish. It won't ever killed him, not unless he somehow gathered ever
last ounce of it and sent it out, but if in a battle it can still be deadly and give his opponent the upper
hand. It's because of this he uses his katana more often, only using his ability if his enemy is
exceptionally tough or in a fix. The chakra also starts to become weaker after each use.

Extra: The katana had been his mothers, being a ninja she practiced using her own chakra and
the blade was especially designed to transfer her own energy through the sword, to make it's reach
longer and sharper. It's this feature that makes the sword special, though it can still act like a regular
sword it's still rather plain. Shike always says that's the only reason why he keeps it, because with his
ability, he made much more use of it than his mother (as he says) and stronger.


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((Just a little bump to keep from losing the RP x3))

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((Sorry for the delay everyone! I was visiting with my grandfather today but I'm also currently waiting on Caitlin to check something for me before I post since it involves her character :3
My post is ready so as soon as I've received an "Okay!" it'll be here first thing, I promise! In the meantime, would it be alright to wait on my just a bit longer..? Otherwise I may have to edit my post XD Except you're okay to post Soaring since you're character isn't with the group yet.


*Will edit into post unless someone else does*))



Not for the first time nor for the last, Raven felt confident with her choice of words and enjoyed the look she got from the half elf. That was what she had been waiting for, a sign that her theory of Alistair's position and this strange woman from Carina's vision was right. And it was. If Raven smiled, a sly one would of revealed itself then but nonetheless a reflection of it showed vaguely in her eyes, if only for a moment. Still, though she met his gaze evenly, the mage kept a lookout of the dagger in the half elf's hands, just as edgy with it as Carina was. Already she had a few shield spells in her mind, the ancient words just hovering over her tongue. But the chances of him throwing it seemed to dim as time moved on, and eventually Alistair had it tucked harmlessly back in it's sheath.

"Neither do I, there's no purpose in Rien for me, though I am quite curious why you'd assume we'd want to go there. On top of that, I am not interested in a body guard and nor do I need one, despite what you think." The hand that held the note had lowered itself by now, but again it was raised, shifting the piece of parchment between it's fingers with surprising nimbleness. Even if it wasn't exactly a book, Raven treated all forms of parchment with writing as such so it was more out of habit then anything, and once it was tucked safely away the hand gripped the hem of her hood and lowered it. Again was her raven-hair revealed, the mage shaking her head back and forth to clear the bangs from her eyes. From the top the glimmer of a purple-hue shown faintly from the reflection of the sun's light that broke through the ceiling of leaves, and the mage reopened her eyes to glance steadily in the half-elf's direction as she lowered the hand once more. There no longer seemed a point in keeping up the hood and it was constricting her view and hearing. "However, I do not have a real need for this parchment nor am I interested in your past doings. As far as I know, we've involved ourselves too much and at risk already, so discovering a little more may do us more aid than harm as you've said. That's all I'm interested in, but even though I have the piece of parchment, the princess here has every right to confiscate it from me if it's important and dangerous in your hands. So offering something else, as Carina has suggested, is advised." Of course if Raven really wanted to, she'd likely be able to keep the parchment from Carina and tell Alistair what it said (finding it rather amusing he didn't know how to read though at the same time curious, as elves were normally taught the art of writing and reading as it was one of the highest things they valued. Granted, he's only half, but even so), but Raven was far from stupid and even if she thirst for knowledge, she didn't find it worth the effort with the many risks involved, and in the end would prove more useless than helpful for her.

Raven's lips parted once more as if to add something, perhaps a suggestion, when she stopped. The brows had lowered, barely since they were already low but noticeable, and her head tilted slightly as if she were listening. Drawing herself into silence, she no longer paid attention to the little group (at least outwardly), allowing them to carry on with the conversation if that was their intention. It was almost literally a "I feel a disturbance in the force" moment, for though the mage had lessened the energy field to just the surrounding area, it was still a good width and as far as where someone may go to watch and listen on the conversation. Always Raven kept alert of it, and she felt someone else enter in their privacy. The reactions of Carina's gelding proved this more so, and Raven was already determining who this could be. It was odd, though, because for some reason the presence felt... familiar. Almost eerily familiar.

Violet eyes shifted in the direction where Vigilance was already looking in, sure of whom it was that had trespassed on their conversation. She honestly never thought she'd see this young man again, though at the moment since she still couldn't "see" him from her standpoint, but once she did, she would realize she caught sight of him a couple times before already back in Zale. During those times, her glances had only been brief and she was much too preoccupied to care to study his face, and so didn't make the immediate connection.

"Are you waiting for another opportunity to show off and get impaled or are you learning to be a tree?"

The snide remark was directly aimed at Noah, the mage's eyes keenly fixed in his direction though Raven could not see him. His presence was possibly one of the last ones she wanted to see, considering how they had left off. It wasn't such a long time ago, actually, around a year. It was during the first few months Raven began to travel on her own when she left the elf village, when she was still getting used to being on her own completely...

It was evening, the sun just beginning to descend over the horizon. Raven had cursed as she was still far away from the closest town, her trip being delayed for she had to stop and rest because of her body. Still, she wasn't overly worried and on a safer part of the road, and had camped out before just fine. As long as her wits were about her, bandits and cutthroats didn't stand a chance. However, it wasn't one of these that had visited her. The surprise she had become upon looking at him gave him the upper hand, and he took advantage of it. Instantly he struck before a simple word could be uttered from the mage, tossing aside her staff before coming in again. It was over in a blink of an eye, this man knew very well how to handle Raven and knew of her weaknesses. Body unable to take the damage of the close-combat attacks, she fell back on the ground with hands to her throat, for her attacker managed to disable her ability to speak. Defenseless and unable to cast spells, she only glared at him helplessly as he approached calmly, almost smugly to his victim. Clear hate was in his eyes along with disgust, and it only enraged Raven further that he had managed to beat her so easily. For the one who stood over her was an elf, one that when you looked upon him you just knew he was strict and stern. He had a narrow face with an equally as narrow nose, even his eyes were slanted and thinned. His dark irises would flick about with the keen-appearance of a hawk, and black hair flowed down to his shoulders. Even as an elf his beauty seemed uncanny, so unnerving it left you in awe. Raven always hated the eyes that looked to her, so demeaning and loath-full... He looked at her as if her very existence was a waste of space and nothing more but an annoying stain on one's favorite pair of cloths that you just couldn't get rid of no matter what.

Honestly, Raven always suspected Galanien would try to kill her. She was practically waiting for it. Back at the village he would of attempted it if not for the suspicion that'd be placed on him, everyone knew how much he hated Raven being there.
"She's a human!" He'd so often say, as if that alone was reason enough, "Those temperamental, simple minded, violent creatures have no right to be in our homes, our environment, and steal everything we know. I say out with her, and let her recover on her own." Always his demand was declined and each time he became more enraged. He confronted Raven plenty of times and the two had delightful arguments. She had to admit, he was a worthy opponent in ways of words and when she was younger he'd won plenty of times, though as she grew and learned more, she became more clever herself and could turn his words against him, while also have most, if not all, the elf citizens on her side. But now, here she was, alone and vulnerable and at her enemy's hands. Her mistake? Believing Galanien would leave her be when she left and lowered her guard. Now she'll die for her mistake, and as much as she hated it Raven had been very afraid that day, she was sure the elf saw it in her eyes when he smiled.

Just as he was about to deliver the final blow, though, another surprise came that night, this time to them both. A young man had showed up seemingly out of no where, a classic "saved at the last moment" tactic as Galanien was pushed back and well away from the mage, catching him off guard. Unfortunately his elf-reflexes kicked in in time to keep from being severely harmed and he was overly pissed, much to Raven's delight. Pulling herself up against a trunk, still unable to speak, she got a better view of her "rescuer" and just observed to see what would happen. She obviously couldn't run but she'd never do that, more so out of pride for herself than out of worry for the stranger but also because if Galanien ended up winning, she'd want to know for future use. As she watched, though, the stranger, though very young compared to the elf, was fairly talented. She could even see Galanien start to grow frustrated that his attacks weren't working, even though not many hits were being landed on him as well. The battle carried on for awhile after that and Raven had to settle on her knees out of weariness, but eventually something did happen. Unsure of what had happened, only barely being able to focus on the battle, the stranger, who was Noah, had tripped. Whether it was because of some stray root or by the elf himself, Raven did not know, but in the next moment Galanien had struck his sword deeply into Noah's thigh, nailing him to the earth. A pained cry escaped the mercenary, and Raven found herself trying to utter words of a spell to help him. But instead she cringed at the pain in her throat and could do nothing but watch as Galanien released the handle of the sword, leaving it there to keep the menace from moving. Again smiling cruelly, he withdrew a dagger from his boot, and without a moments hesitation he buried it deep in his opponent's chest. A grunt was all that was released from Noah as he stared up at the sky, but his life ended too quickly to do anything else.

Admittedly, death wasn't new to the mage but that didn't lesson the shock by much. Galanien only stayed there long enough to ensure that the pest was dead before removing the dagger, turning slowly to Raven with it and walking steadily her way. He knew she couldn't run, that she couldn't defend herself in her condition. He wanted to savor this moment, to enjoy his victory. Raven glared at him from the ground, masking her own fear and hoping she was succeeding. As he stood before her, she met his gaze unflinchingly, and continued to watch as he placed the very knife, still dripping of blood, to her neck before raising it again. Before it could descend, however, Raven saw a flash fly past Galanien's knife-holding hand, like light gleaming off metal. Right after an agonized cry was let out from the elf while his hand, knife and all, fell from his wrist. Gripping it tightly with his other hand, Galanien fell to his knees, and behind him Raven saw Noah, standing perfectly healthy if just a bit tired behind him, turning his blade around from it's previous attack and slicing it clean through Galanien's neck. The head rolled effortlessly off, and the body fell in front of Raven. The strongly impassive face was broken into clear shock of what just happened, her eyes first going to the body, the head, until finally settling on the stranger that just saved her life that was thought dead. Noah merely smirked in a charming smile at her expression, light amusement showing in his eyes while breathing heavily.

"So, you available tonight? I know a great place we can get cleaned up and get a drink together."

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((Thank you! Your character is now accepted, welcome aboard : D
Feel free to jump in anytime, and I'll put your form up ASAP when I get on my laptop. If you have any information regarding the new town, please share and I can add it to Locations if it's still around ^.^ ))

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((Wow, that's one very, very long application XD Awesome work! There's only one thing I'd like you to change and another I'm wondering about.

What I was wondering you could change was the birthplace of Olette, Larth. Only because it was so long ago, and you've mentioned it being one of the first settlements, Larth actually has it's own, completely different history from the other towns and cities. Before it became ruins and broken homes for those who didn't have anywhere else to go, it was something different, which will eventually be introduced in the RP at some point, or at least I hope so x3 Anywhere else is okay to use, or you can even make up your own town if you like that was near/on the mountains, either being gone now or still exists today and I could add it right up :3

Now, what I wanted to know was this "immortality" thing. Is this only mentioned because she can't die from old age? If so, that's okay, but otherwise I'm a little iffy.

Sorry about the late reply, too, everyone! I finally got sick, after doing so well for so long D: It's not a flu or a cold, but my allergies started up and I can hardly breathe, it was especially bad the other night and I just wasn't feeling up to reading or typing T^T I'm getting better now, though! Still can't breathe XD))


Unlike Carina, Raven felt no vulnerability at the sight of the dagger, even with how deliberately Alistair was able to move it to his will. Only amusement glittered in her eyes as he spoke, almost in a way that could be demeaning but not quite. She hated being underestimated but at the same time loved it, it gave her the upper hand in a situation and more likely to outwit her opponent. This time she didn't speak out, though, and stuck to the background; silently watching, listening, her eyes being the only thing visible beneath her hood.

It was only when Carina glanced back at her she finally moved, eyes flickering toward the princess before settling on the half elf. As she had been observing, something at the back of her mind kept nagging at her, and she only now began to realize what it was. She recognized this older man, not his face but his hair, and body stature. She was sure it was him, back at the festival and who had dropped the piece of parchment she held in her pocket now. That could possibly be used against him.

"Lady Carina has a point, you know..." Raven said deliberately, as if she were considering some hidden option herself. With how leveled her voice already was, and facial features hidden, it made it seem almost eerie. "The only options you've presented, are ones you'd prefer. Stick us like pigs? Sir, I'd like to see you try. Don't get cocky because your master is someone that isn't quite... normal." A tone of mockery had entered her tone of voice, but her irises flashed in a way that'd have someone hesitate and wonder if she was serious or only making a joke. Either way, both were soon gone and the mage resumed the conversation with her natural, neutral demeanor. Even if she'd prefer to do things in other ways, negotiating was the best option right now as Carina has already seen, that is if both really wanted to find out more about Alistair. And as much as Raven hated to admit, her thirst for knowledge was her weakness.

"I do, however, find the third option to be more appealing. Not to mention easier. Still, would this change things..?" Raven slipped a hand to the folds of her robe, drawing it out just as simply with a well folded piece of parchment in her hand. Holding it out between her index and middle finger of her left hand, she waved it gently back and forth for the half elf to see, as some of the print was visible on one side that made it clear what it was, such as the strange symbol. "A strange note indeed, and now that you've mentioned committing theft, murder, and other things, this could very well be used against you as proof of such crimes. We could always do a trade, though... I don't know how I feel about performing favors for you if I don't know what they are, so before you share any information I'd like to know to avoid being in your debt for something I don't wish to do."

So far she and Carina had the upper hand, but Raven wasn't going to make any confirmation yet. Alistair wasn't to be taken lightly, Raven could sense that well enough and even she had to be careful. If the half elf started becoming irritated with the negotiating or didn't accept the standards, he could always try to attack them and catch them off guard. The mage had confidence in her abilities, but at the moment she was put at a disadvantage. Her health hadn't fully recovered from the previous night yet, and if Alistair managed to get close to perform close-combat damage, then who knew what would happen. Then there was Carina, she had already shown her lack of ability to protect herself the other night and Raven would have to help her. Well, maybe...



((@JD: I'm still not sure what you want the symbol on the parchment to mean. Did you have an idea or should I just make up the meaning myself..? ^.^' ))

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((Ooo, that does make things sound rather interesting. I believe I can definitely fit that in, let me PM you a few details and see if we can come to some sort of arrangement :3

I was debating for awhile if I should post or not... I think, though, I'll let Caitlin post first so her character may respond to Harodir first this time. Then I'll have more to go with for Raven, as I feel she'd probably wait for Carina to respond first instead of saying anything herself. Which may make my post a bit awkward. So feel free to post again Caitlin! ^.^
That is, unless you'd rather have me post first, then I can very well do that xD I'd just figured judging by Carina's personality [and position, obviously), she'd take charge and reply first to Alistair. However, if she needed help making a decision or choice [or you yourself did] she can seek counsel from Raven, whom will most likely reveal the piece of parchment to Harodir when she recognizes him.

P.S. I hope you feel better soon, JD! D: Everyone's been getting so sick lately T_T Then again, we did have that nasty outbreak of the flu not too long ago.))

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Discussion Board / Re: Any Avatar: the Last Airbender Fans out There?
« on: February 20, 2013, 08:00:22 am »
[size=11]Oh wow, I haven't seen this thread in literally two years XD Well, it's probably more like around a year and a half.

Anyway, now I really gotta watch the first Avatar series again! I've seen a few episodes of the newer series and liked it so far! Unfortunately, I haven't been able to daily. Does it still even come on nickelodeon..? If not, I'll have to find some other way to watch it, I don't think it's on Netflix >3>

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((Waiting on JD to post :3

Oh, I'll also be absent tomorrow and possibly the day after, so if replies are slow from me that's why. It shouldn't be for long, though!))

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