Feral Heart
FeralHeart Roleplay => Forum Based Roleplay => Human & Humanoid Roleplays => Topic started by: Verinian on February 04, 2013, 06:30:18 pm
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Potato. My personal rule for a while now. Is. Everything must start with a potato... So... Potato. Potato. Potato.
Anyhow. Now onto the RP. You create the world with me. I have no maps. Simply this. The north is cold. The south is jungle and swamp. East is mountains. West is plains. At center meets the old forest. It is a small world. Horizons are short and curved compared to those you can see here on earth from the curve of the planet Now onto other things. Yes?
Feel free to be creative with where you are and what you are doing. I will try my best to keep things flowing. Why all these warnings? Because I don't want you to be unprepared.
In any case. This is the in character thread. All your RPs are belong here.
Try to describe your equipment in your first post if you didn't in your app. Or if you simply feel it makes a good introduction.
Verinian shrugged as he flipped a coin between his fingers and softly bit it. Gold. He smiled before pocketing it. "Guess I'm just lucky then." "Nyar. You must have been cheating for a play like that!" "No. Count the cards and check the faces if you don't believe me." "Fine then. I will. And you aren't going to move until I'm finished." They focused now on checking the cards over. as he blatantly stood and moved over to the bar. They didn't even notice. He grinned silently but shook his head. "Gambling again?" He shook his head. "Yeah. Guess I am." "up to the same tricks then?" "Nah. I didn't cheat and use two decks this time. Felt like being a little more even." "Ahh." The bartender smiled and laughed before moving away. The man looked up. And glanced about before finding him and moving over. Grouchily. "You had to of cheated! I just don't know how..."
"Well then can I go yet..? I figure you have better things to do than lose more gold. And I obviously have better things to do with my time." He winked at the bartender who shrugged at him. "Oh fine. Just go then ya scanty little... Before I figure out how you did it..." And with this he stepped out. He wasn't a guard any more. Meaning he could go wherever he wanted. Do whatever he wished. But instantly he found his footsteps walking, as practiced for the past several years for the training field. Once green grass pounded down yellow by constant use. It looked a little more dreary than it used to. But it didn't quite matter as he approached a ring.
Running his right hand across the wooden railing that flanked parallel each side the main path between rings. Fighting rings marked by thin metal rings placed upon the ground. Others moved about. Younglings and orcs training. Some others fighting for sport or quarrel. He had no quarrels today. But he felt it be nice for some sport before he decided 'bout where to set off... Maybe he'd visit his mum and dad if he felt like it. But for now he took a position in one ring. Letting his leather vestings slide off his shoulders and hanging them over a railing. And he waited for someone to accept. His four blades rested crossed at waist and back. Two shorter blades. Single edged short swords of a defensive quality. Durable and sturdy. And two longer blades. Very thin rapier. Made for accuracy and quickness. Crossed at his shoulders.
He loosened each sheath so that they stood by only the main band, the ends swinging slightly. Which is what allowed his style. Under the leather vestings he wore red lined black silk. With golden threaded stitching. Thin pants that reached only to his knees like shorts and a long sleeved shirt. Accompanying his four blades a simple set of balanced silver throwing knives. Though he loosened the bands on them and removed them. Such were not for duels of sport. Every blade was sheathed in thin hardened glassy obsidian. A common material used in smithing by the demons. He leaned back and rested. Letting his mind wander as he listened. Waiting for someone to take up the challenge. Finally he heard footsteps approaching the ring. And opened his eyes. Just an orc who passed by. Meeting with another for some first blood sport. The first to draw blood. No major injuries. He closed his eyes again. And returned to waiting. Another set of footsteps. Leading closer this time..
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Dajorn walked closer to the demon. "Ye here to fight?" He said. At the moment, fighting the demon wasn't personal, just practice he needed. HIs plate armor clinked a lot, but was surprisingly comfortable.(Dwarven smithing.) His mace hung by a tight cord on his belt, and only his beard hung out from his helmet. He removed the plate helm though, as well as the pauldrons of his armor. Neither were necessary for dueling. His shield was held at his arm, like always. "Well, are ye?"
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Leorah stood on her stage, waiting for the spotlights(That she made.) to come on and present her to the crowd. SHe smiled, keeping one hand on her top hat. "And now introducing...." Drum rolls in the background resounded. "Leorah Maliant, a most famed magician!" THe lights came on and she turned, holding the cane out towards the audience and tipping her top hat. She gave an affectionate wink to the cheering crowd, eager for magical entertainment. "Thank you all, for such a wonderful welcome!" She shouted in her excited and loud voice. "Let's get on the with the show, shall we?" SHe held out her arms as if asking a question. SHe turned gracefully, focusing her philogist into the diamond on the cane. When she completed the turn, she puled her hand back and behind her for effect. A beam of light shot up in the air, then exploded like fireworks. The crowd cheered in awe of her magic. She placed her cane down, balancing it so it wouldn't fall. She cupped her hands together and a light bloomed in them. Six sparkling fireworks sprayed out in all directions, then popped and fizzled away. The crowd chered more at her talent. now, I need to do it now while I have their attention! She thought. One hand cupped, and a light started to bloom again. THen something happened, something, died. Oh shi-! Her thoughts were cut off by a large explosion from her hand, sending her flying back omtp a crate. The audience went silent for a moment, then she lifted her thumb into the air to let them know she was alive. The crowd cheered and clapped for her performance. She stood up and bowed. The narrator on the loud-speaker rang out his voice. "Thank! Thank you all! Wasn't that brilliant? Remember to make your donations to each of ourblahblahblah..." His voice faded as a stunning headache hit her. She walked off the stage, holding her head.
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Overa sat up on the roof of an abandond cottage.Her sword layed next to her as she started off into the woods.She was alone.Overa finaly moved her head and her white hair glided along her back as she did so.She picked up her sword and began to sharpen it with a random stone she found on the roof.Her grey-blue eyes glistend and she looked up as a crow swooped down from a tree branch to next to her.She frowed and lifted her sword at pointed it at the Crow.It screeched and flew away.Overa smirked and layed her sword back down and and sighed.
After a while she hoped down and made a small flame spark on the tip of her sword and began walking randomly around the forest.She looked ahead and saw a small town and decided to hang out on a roof of a building.So she made her black angel wing and glided onto one of the roofs of a building and listened to the cheering of a crowd in the building.
(I'll add more later)
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She walked out of the large ampitheater(Of sorts) and stopped, still clutching her forehead. Her breath was little short. SHe looked around, trying to regain her bearings, when she spotted Overa. "Hello, who are you?" SHe asked with a tip of her top hat that was completely unessecary(Sp.). She twirled her cane a bit, trying to regain her appearence of confiedence.
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(im on a phone typing thus so no color at stuff)Overa looked sown and saw the woman down in the ground."I am Overa, you are?" She put her sword on her back and spread her wings and flew down to see hrmer face to face. When she landed get wings disappeared and she stood a respectful distance then sat on the ground.Her face was blank as she stared at the woman in front of her.
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Verinian's more serpentine eyes opened as he heard words spoken. A dwarve stepping into the ring. Dwarves weren't as short as people joked. Some were a bit taller. But the broadness of the is shoulders caused a sort of illusion. Even if they never reached the full height of a human. Dwarves were dwarves. Short and stout. He pushed himself up from the railing. "Just for sport. Fancy a game of touch?" He asked calmly. He had been waiting a fair amount of time already. And hoped the dwarve would take up the offer, that he could continue on his way. He let his wings fold tightly back behind him. He didn't need them. And they didn't provide true flight besides. Only allowing him to heighten his jumps. Or lengthen his falls.
Each of his blades sheathed in black obsidian. Dulled and shaved to a round shape. The crystaline surface scored to remove all reflections of light. Each blade inside. A steel infused also with obsidian. Giving them a lighter quality. And a sharper edge. Although they wore quickly. They also sharpened very easily. Obsidian steel. A pitch black metal. The sun overhead was high noon here. A nice time for such a sport. The weather was cooled by time of year. But the birds of summer were just barely starting to leave to the swamplands for the winters. But many a songbird could still be heard. Leather and silk moccasins hardened with a thin wood plate under the heel. A soft wood with a high flexibility.
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"Of course. I need the practice." He picked up the mace, removing the flanges on the mace. He didn't want anyone dead. He circled his head, popping his neck into place. Let's just hope he doesn't know who I am and try to kill me. He thought as he moved in to his usual stance. Shield first, mace right behind it.
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"You don't know me?" Her grip tightened on her cane. Someone in the distance was screaming about a horrendous sunburn. "I was... just performing. I'm Leorah Maliant. If you want to join me, I was planning to go watch the dueling rings."
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Overa looked up at the woman from the ground, "No, I do not.Im not from around here," she whisperd loud enough for the woman to hear her "and sure, I could go watch somthing I guess." her expression was still blank as she stood and picked up her sword then slung in onto her back, her dress flowed and part of her hair fell on her eye.Overa pushed it back into place.
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"Alright, follow me!" She said happily, dashing off towards the dueling rings. She stopped suddenly when she saw Verinian. She stared for a moment, then started to straighten her hair out, trying to make herself look as attractive as possible. She leaned against the railing to the dueling ring, waiting for this interesting duel to start. She kne Dajor wasn't kind to demons, so this match would have to be good.
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Overa follow the woman to the show and when they stopped she looked around. "What are we stopping for?" Her expression was still blank and she stood there, waiting for a reply.She pulled her sword off her back and began to clean it.She is obsessed with cleaning the blade of it, nothing much else.As she waited she looked around and saw the person the woman was stopping for and looked away, her hair fultterd along her back as she turned her head.Her sword set a beam of light on a door of a building and she turned it away.Overa continued to sit quietly, listening to the foot steps and door creaks around them.
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(A game of touch is one of just that. You gain a so called "point" for a touch. And half a point for a glance. No injuries and no blood to be spilled. For every whole point achieved. Both start back at their side of the ring. it is a simpler sport. And I was assuming you two were elsewhere. Considering this is the orc town where many of the demons made their home. And peaceful lives.)
Verinian reached to his waist. Tilting the sheath of one of his shorter blades, the right, and letting the sheath pull itself off through it's own weight after letting the release. It slid out near silently, only a soft sliding. as he held this first blade in reversed grasp. And reached the opposite arm to grasp the pommel as well. "Very well." He smiled softly and took one step forwards. "Your move." He offered, letting his legs set a good distance spread. A soft wind blew over the town. Making trees still clasping their summer sheathing of leaves shiver. A few of the looser falling. Winter was coming soon. Summers were short and winters as well. This world of Epicaria was small after all.
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Dajorn goes everywhere.))
Dajorn eyed him carefully. Who does he think he's fooling? He thought to himself. His steeled gaze held though, waiting for the demon to make his move instead, though not breathing a word of it. After ll, no self-reapecting dwarf would tell someone to attack before them. He stepped back, holding a wide but balanced stance, then stepped forward, trying to throw Verinian off. Both had very unqiue styles of fighting, and very uniquely forged weaponry.
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Leorah watched, her confidence regaining in the idea that no matter what, the end result of this duel could give her a chance to flirt with this beauty of a demon. Her vision got blurry around the edges, and the only object she noticed was the demon. She snapped back to reality, realizing she was sort of abandoning Overa. She turned on her heel and walked over to her. "Nice sword. Where'd you get it? It doesn't look like normal demon craft."
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Overa looked at her "I think my father made it.He was a master at making weapons for demons suchs as us." she had a slight grin as she spoke and took her sword off her back."Should we be going?" she said and she just remberd a question she was going to ask "And, you never told me your name, do you mind if you tell me now?" she stood there, holding her large sword and sharpend it with a rock she found on the ground.
(She finds rocks every where x3)
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As Dajorn stepped back and then forwards. He had raised his heel, but caught himself back. Off stance for only the moment it took them to return to a halt. His blade remained in position. Having not moved a millimeter from it's position. Held reversed. His other arm for the moment had seemed to have disappeared in it's entirety. Though visible grasping the hilt of one of the longer blades on his back now. "I guess that counts as moving" He half joked as he took a quick leap forwards. But stopped short as he let his arm swing limply forwards. Accompanied by his just pulled saber swinging. Having pulled the blade and let his arms swing with the force of only his leap. It was as if his hand should have been empty. A near hidden strike amongst his movements as yet the shorter blade remained perfectly poised in proportion to his body the same as his last position.
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Dajorn moved his shield in to the fray, swinging it outward to through the blades aside. His mace came t Verninian in an under-handed strike, aiming for his stomach.
"I thought I told you, Leorah Maliant. I'd like to stay though." She stared off again at Verniniaan, watching the elegant way he fought and moved.
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Verinian's light strike tapped against Dajorn's shield as they swung up with their mace. THe shorter blade misdirected the force. Brunting it to the side with the flat of the blade as he delivered a hefty heel forced kick to Dajorn's exposed abdomen and stepped back slightly. "Glance" He said. Indicating a half point for the kick. So the round would continue until one full point was achieved. Going over one point wasn't counted. And the first to three rounds achieved success in this sported fight. He stepped back for a reason though. Strength wasn't any advantage of his. He had no chance of overpowering his opponent. Requiring instead his agility and quickness. His shorter blade had re-appeared in it's sheath as he had stepped back. The larger blade held now to replace it. Held tip focused forwards. Other hand empty. Being ambidextrous was pretty handy. And required for this style. Phoenix style. Something he created in his free time. While working as a guard.
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Dajorn stepped back as well, twirling the mace to keep his arm from cramping up. He noticed something, the agility of his opponent. It was a style he was unfamiliar with, but still, it looked as if it wasn't meant for power. Or endurance. THe round was still going, and he figured out just what he had to do. With his shield forward, he barreled towards Verinian. His pace was slower than it should of been, so he didn't gain to much momentum.
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(That... Was a bumble.)
Dajorn lifted his shield and charged. Verinian. Quickened by having sheathed one blade. Stepped to the side narrowly avoiding getting spun about by the edge of it. He let his blade whip out. The point catching between two plates of Dajorn's armor at the neck. "Touch." He stated. If this hadn't been a game of sport. Had he pressed his blade further. It very well would have been a lethal strike. Severing at the spine. But he didn't and removed his blade from it's position. "Nearly had me." He stated quietly. Motioning towards the side of Dajorn's shield that had nearly clipped his arm. The first round of three went to him.
(I don't want this to take too long. As it is a fight of sport. After your next post. I can write a quick summary of how Dajorn won? And Verinian lost. Then we can continue with other things.)
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Overa tilted her head in ecknowledgement and nodded."No, I dont belive you did tell me." She straightned her head and sat back on the ground. -short-
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Dajorn saw his life flash before his eyes. However, Verinian didn't know that he was a demon slayer, so, luckily, he wasn't slaughtered on the spot. He did, however, grin at his near victory. He stepped back. "Good one, I didn't see that coming. I thought if I didn't move to fast I might actaully be able to manuever faster." He twirled the mace again, and looked Verinian in hte eye, determination blazing in his eyes.
"Hey, Overa, why don't you duel? I think you'd be good at it!"
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(Pardon this godmodding. But three pages of fighting in sport will kill the mood of the RP entirely.)
Verinian chuckled slightly as he stepped back to his side of the ring, and stopped. Placing his longer blade back into the sheath and pulling both shorter blades. Both held reversed. Dajorn charged instantly though. Verinian didn't even have time to dodge at the charge as Dajorn stopped with a light jousting of his shield. Pushing Verinian out of the ring for a win of this round. "Gah..." He stated at being forced out of the ring so quickly. It was either step out or get pushed out... Third and last round then... Verinian still kept his two shorter blades out. Dajorn approached. A little slower. Keeping posture low and shield held. As he neared Verinian. Who had stepped a little away from the edge of ring. Dajorn swung his mace in a wide swing. Using both blades crossed Verinian blocked it. But Dajorn's shield launched forwards. Knocking Verinian down.
"Glance" Verinian didn't stop in this though. As he fell. Hooking a leg around Dajorn's and toppling him as well. "Glance" he stated to answer Dajorn's. As Dajorn fell, he released his shield, to give him more room with his mace. Allowing him to bring the mace down on Verinian's shoulder. "Touch." It was a little bit heavy. As Dajorns falling motion had brought it down hard. And would probably bruise. But it was part of the sport. Verinian stood. Rubbing his shoulder. "Well I guess you win then..." He stated. Simply offering to help the armor clad warrior rise with an outstretched hand. "Good game."
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On the phone srry for ant spelling errors)) Overa tilted her head "With who?" she had a slight smirk at the corners of her mouth.She picked up her sword and was ready to fight who ever she cloud.Overa haven't had a duel un a few years, she looked around and waited for the reply. -short-
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"Yeah." -He took his hand and stood up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have duties to attend to." He turned on his heel, gathering the pieces of armor. He walked away. -Short as $$*#%^-
Her eyes widened in surprise when she realized the two duelers were done. She turned to Overa. "This might be sudden, but what are demon guys attracted to?"
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Overa raised a brow and thought."I dont know excatly." she said as she put her sword back on the ground and sat down next to it.She looked up at her and said "I know they like powerful demons and ones with impressive weaponry." she said as she picked up a rock and a small knife and carved somthing into the rock, she carved a list if weapons and handed it up to her "Several weapons is what attracted my father to my mother." she said as she picked up her sword "This one my father made and gave to me as I told you earlier, but he made me this so no one would pick a fight with me or somthing like that."
Overa pulled out an old drawing of two weapons and showed it to her "The one on the left is called a Katana, unless you knew that already, its the most popular one.But the longer ones and less popular." She continued "The one on the right is called a Dragon Blade." she pointed at the other picture "The second most popular.And thats all I know at the moment." she retorted and glided her hand on the her sword.
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Verinian was almost taken aback as the dwarf rushed off so suddenly after achieving victory in the short match. But simply scratched at the back of his head and shook his head. Before turning around, and lifting his straps of silver throwing knives. Re-binding them to his clothing. Buckling them at shoulder and ankle. As he lifted his leather overcloak, and slid it on. Only then did he notice the two women who had been watching the duel. And stood for a moment staring as they were talking. Not noticing he was watching them now now.
And he turned around. Biting the tip of his thumb. The leather overcloak was a dark brown, and reached down to his knees. And he slipped a roughly rolled leather had from the pocket of it, sliding it on. The top was flat and didn't raise far above the brim, and the brim rounded and roughened. He had his travel clothing on. And finally stepped from the ring. Approaching the two with a half smirk, hidden under his long brimmed hat.
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She nearly died when he came over to her. "Hi there!" She said, regaining her confident composur eand stood up. SHe took off her top hat and bowed. "I'm Leorah Maliant, You?" She looked up.
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Overa looked up at the man who approached them and she put up the paper and threw the rock elsewhere.She glared up at the man as she sat on the ground, her blue-gray eyes shone to where they looked like they were two different colors.She stood and dusted off her dress "And I am Overa." She contuinued to glare at the man as if he were a threat to her.After a few seconds of staring she picked her sword up off the ground and moved away from them and sat on the bench.She sighed and put her sword on her back.
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Verinian stopped. Speaking with a half bow as he donned his hat. "Verinian Stith at your service." But looked to the demon girl. Eying her slightly as she backed off and coldly eyed him in silence after stating her name. But turned his attention back to the. Almost seeming overdressed girl. "You seem a bit... Overdressed..? For just walking around town." He didn't know quite what he was even saying anymore.
(As a hint Tomas. In the caster type list. I stated that magicians aren't at risk of overcasting.)
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"Well, my occupation requires I look my best." She put the hat back on, sliding her fingers across it and winking at him. "I am a magician." She smiled brightly at him. "And don't mind Overa, she doesn't seem to have any emotion at all."
Do apprentice Magicians have a risk of over-casting? I mean, they weren't just magicians from the start. A specialty is something you take time to adapt to.))
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Overa stood and turned her back to them "Well, seems we're not going to a show, so I'll be leaving now." She said as she extended her wings and flew onto the roof of a building and glided to the other.She sat down on the other side to where she was facing the sun and sighed.Her hair flew into her face and she pushed it back behind her ears.
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Verinian nodded slightly. Looking up for a moment in thought. Thinking back to what little he learned from his father. "Magi of illusion. Correct?" He stated. Casually turning to look off down the nearest street of stone cobbles. It was a bit in that direction. 15 minute walk. To get to his parent's manor. Then he would be off.
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"I prefer the term "Magician"." She said. Then her eyes followed his line of sight. "What are you looking at, hun?"
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"Hmm..?" He halted himself for a moment, looking to her before turning back to the street. "Was planning to be visiting my parents. And then off. To whatever ventures come-about. Living in only one simple spit of land your entire life can leave you with an unquenchable wanderlust..." His explanation had extended into a near conversation of it's own. He shrugged though. Patting at his coin satchel. A gold, three silvers. And 28 coppers. He doubted he'd ever see a platinum coin in his life.
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"You know, if you're looking for adventure, I heard Dajorn, the dwarven priest, is trying to find someone to help him find a book of sorts."
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Dajorn looked to the entire crowd in the chapel. "And so our god spoke to the masses, 'Let those unable to find peace, the demon kind, purify themselves in my light! Let all cherish the life I give them, and find an eternal peace!'" He spoke, holding the cross up and dangling it by it's chain. At the moment her wore a priest robe. "He spoke to all his creations, 'Only with my light can you be true!'"
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Bump.))
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Verinian shrugged. "Not adventure really. I just want to see the world outside this little town I've been in my whole life." He didn't wish to be rude... Especially to someone cute like her... But he was getting antsy. Standing around and talking. There was more than one reason he got somewhat boisterous... He was often hyper. Had trouble holding it in. He clenched his left hand, wrinkling the leather gloves so he wouldn't jump out of his skin and run. Shivering slightly as his left hand popped a few times.
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"Getting cold feet?" SHe laughed a bit. "I guess I'll see you later. But sersiously, Dajorn would really appreciate the help." Leorah walked off slowly. (Short -.-)
CHarollette watched Verinian and Leorah carefully. Why Kagmir had told her to stalk them, she did not know. FOr now though, the assasian would hold her vigil upon these two. She saw the need to eliminate Verinian, if that book was actaully true. But why a magician? But now was not the time to think of the kill. Now was a time to hunt and stalk.