[center][h1][color=DarkOrchid]Maiden[/color][/h1][/center]

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[color=violet]She had been searching quite some time for this hero by the name of Lance. Although, some referred to him as a drunk, rather than a hero. But it was worth a shot she figured. Having been looking for him for the space of twenty days, she had finally closed in on where he may be. Who knew, that one so... interesting, could be so hard to find. She wished to acquire his help. For on her families small farm, they had been over run by bandits. Now the band of lawless men practically owned the farm. No guards had come to aid her family. And she was in need of help. Lance happened to be the closest help she might find. And she would be willing to pay all the money she had to get rid of the bandits plaguing her families land. She entered the tavern, unnoticed by any. Her simple torn dress, brought no attention. Not interest to the eyes of the drunk men. Her long brown curls were dirty, messily pulled into a bun, showing no care for her appearance. She was no elf, or princess. Nothing overly pleasing to the eye. Only a simple farming maiden, of the age of 14, looking for a hero. Her wary grey eyes scanned over the collection of dirty and spitting men, casting to the bar. Where the man she believed was Lance sat. He was undoubtedly drunk. But she hadn't come so far to simply give up. She walked to the bar, glancing at the man who was no sitting besides her. Yelling crazed things to the heavens. Clearing her throat, she hoped to catch his attention over the buzz of the locals.[/color]



[center][h1][color=powderblue]Malrunwa[/color][/h1][/center]

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[color=black]Malrunwa cast this petty royal her stone cold gaze. The echoing hollowness of her ice blue eyes, giving nothing away of any emotions. If there were any true emotions left in the soul of the corrupt girl. [b]"[color=PowderBlue]I do not fear death. To fear death is to fear life.[/color]"[/b] Was the simple reply that came to the royalty before her. Malrunwa could careless what became of her. She would love to die. To suffer in the burning abyss of the afterlife. She wanted nothing more. But, before she would die, she wished to cause suffering to as many man scum as she could. To make them feel the same as she had. To know how it was, to be the last of your family. To have no one you loved. To no longer have a heart, or a soul. This was her only desire.[/color]