AtomicNut

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Uh. Guess Tsabal is down, then. Won't join. Or she'll play hard to get. Who knows.

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Thank you, I try. Blunt and to-the-point is Liliana, when there is business to be done.

Edit:: Just read Atomic's latest post and daaaaaamn is that harsh. Gripus may want to step in before Lili flips her lid over that. Or gets all sad and depressed. Haven't decided which yet.

@FateWeaver

She just hates High Elves a tad too much.

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Does anyone else find it odd that out of Gripus, Lilliana, El, and Bal, that the only healers have the least morals? Cannibal, and a drow who would kill us all? I find that hilarious actually!

@OneStoryToMany

You don't f%()%(ck with the White Mage.

Into the Harsh Light of Day

@Wraithblade6While I enjoy the bar interaction... I might want to make a plot hook soon. I sent you a PM regarding the details, wraith.

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Tsabal just revealed her biggest secret!

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Pyria

Child of the Flame

Location:Actium

Pyria eyed the scene with surprise and a growing contempt, before folding her arms and visiblely pouting her lips. Upon the prompt of the newcomer lady, who she was already hating her guts.

"I was entrusted as familiar to an elite mage, but he's dead. And now Luca freed me. I'm my own master now, hehee." Pyria smirked. "So I've decided to make Luca my first thrall in return!"

She paused before leaning towards Sarai. "Also get your own damn thrall, big boobed lady who keeps putting blank faces and whispering on Luca's ear."

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Tsabal

The Dark Whisperer

Location:Campus Magnus

"huh. A calling boy." Tsabal looked at El thoughtfully. Risky maneuver, count yourself lucky, mutt. She thought to herself as she folded her arms, eyeing up and down the newcomer. High elf. So beatiful, elegante. She wanted to strap her to a table, and carve her pure heart out, while she took slices of her tender flesh, one by one...

Yes, a victim to daydream for. Making a titanic effort to hide her contempt for the race that once cast her folk to the ever reaching darkness of the underworld, she tilted her head, in her all condescending nature.

"I'll take that as a no to my potions offer." She plainly said. "Bring down the evil, we all are powerful, yadda yadda" She elaborated soon afterwards. "You do assume too much, High Elf"

"For all you know, I could be two evil midgets in a suit, who eat babies and can fart demons and hellfire. Oh, and traded a baby for money." She blurted, deadpan.

"Still, the fact you can sense something's off with me being just a crone... well maybe that keen sense of yours can serve you out there. Frankly speaking, you might be the..." she interrupted herself momentarily, sighing."...the strongest this camp of scum has to offer."

She then began to advance towards the two. "I might aswell hop in this time, rather than keep waiting for a better chance at the camp. Count me, Bal the crone. I can heal. I can also figure out the pointy end of a sword and where it belongs aswell. So that's both magic and blade. In a single package." She finished.

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Pyria

Child of the Flame

Location:Actium

Pyria's tantrum stopped quickly, as she was completely caught off guard by Luca's actions. She was then put on a horse, and given even a ride. "YAAAY, you're a great servant. Horsie ride, go!" She childishly snapped as she flailed her arms, full with joy. She tensed somewhat when a new opponent appeared, her gaze narrowing and fixating on the newcomer. Tripping on Luca, huh? As If.

Her eyes wandered examinating the woman. Well, she did look quite lovely.

A perfect prey. A dark voice whispered in the corner of Pyria's mind, but she managed to shrug it off. She still didn't manage to hide her hostility.

"Big boobies won't steal Luca. He's mine, understand! He's my servant!" Pyria said, with zero tact and compuction. "But if -you- are interested, I need a chambermaid."

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Tsabal

The Dark Whisperer

Location:Campus Magnus

Tsabal's head tilted upon the negation of the offer. She might be one of us, after all?. Her mind raced, and was about to reply, when the other woman continued with her tirade. It made her eyes narrow. Suffer from the men's mistakes? Now that's surfacer crap. We normally execute the rambuctious males. She was about to leave, when the revelation of the stranger's face, or the Lady of Shame, as she regarded herself struck her.

A mutt.

Thinly smiling in the corners of her mind, she crouched before the resting, and seemingly relaxed she crouched before her. "Highly amusing." She said, as she took a hand and revealed her visage only to her. Lilac eyes met with Ella's eyes, as if piercing through her. "A child of hatred. The elves shame you. My kin would likely kill you. I would probably kill you. And yet you're here, making an offer, and trying to curb my favour. At least you got spine, and won't crumble under the odds easily."

She smiled. "By all means, I should decline your offer. Yet I won't. You're special. The kind of rarity one sees in a fleeting antlion fly. Something that exists briefly only to disappear on the next moment." She chuckled slightly. She gave the other woman a light tap in the shoulder, as she covered herself up once more. "Chin up, lovely. The show's about to start." She added as she turned her again masked visage sideways.

I need not to tell her why I will help her. People don't react well when they are told they can become destroyers full of hate and resent, or worthy sacrifices.

"More fools to join the circus, I see." She said out loud, addressing the oncoming strangers. "I suppose you don't want a divination or a love potion, don't you?"

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On it- I just needed some sleep.

Edit: PYRIA THE TYRANT OVERLADY

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I'm lecturing adults. It can be worse sometimes. THEY KNOW THEIR RIGHTS.

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Actually a 31 year old physicist in lowtime who teaches to get a couple of bucks in the bank account. Sort of.