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Current Finally have a job!
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Still Job Hunting...
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Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
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Graduated. And Job Hunting...
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I'm an Interdiscplinary BA, searching for a job in the current market, and this site has been my introduction to role-play. I prefer medieval and/or sci-fi roleplays and am a fan of Star Trek, Star Wars, RWBY, Fire Emblem Awakening, Superheroes, and Fairy Tail.

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The Leader


With his last man down, the Leader looked around and noticed that he was alone. Surrounded by four, perhaps five, key fighters. He gripped the axe tighter, then swiped with it on Arthur.



Only for Arthur to manage to duck down. Then he lunged over the table Lapis was hidden under.



And slid across it, ducked past Dalious, and bolted his way towards the tavern entrance.



Arthur


Arthur wiped the blood off his sword. Then he looked around and noticed that all but one of their foes were gone. Good, only one more to slay. He went to raise his sword, then stopped. "...Lapis?" He lowered his blade back down then knelt by her. "Lapis, are you alright?" She didn't seem injuried, but certain injuries were never obvious. Yet she was shaking...He extended out a hand towards her.
The Leader glanced around the room, clenching his teeth. Then he took up the axe again and swung for Fyr.



But Fyr still had mind and awareness enough to dodge his axe as it swung right where his ribs had been.
Arthur


Arthur stared for a moment at what Fyr managed to do with the spear. Then steeled himself and thrusted home.



The sword pierced through, striking right through his heart and on through the back. The man's eyes gazed in shock for a moment.

"May the Lord have mercy upon you." Arthur sternly spoke. Then pulled back out the sword, allowing the man to fall to the floor, dead.
The leader furrowed his brow as he took in his henchmen's leg. Then he stepped forward, swinging his axe for Fyr's spear.



But not being use to the weapon, he still needed to learn how to adjust to it. His swing missed.
Arthur


Arthur stared at thrown dagger, prayed in relief that Fyr wasn't hurt worse, then turned and stared at the man who thrown it. "I believe that that isn't yours's." Then he drew his sword and headed to fight the leader, only for one of the assasins to block the way. Arthur then lunged for him.



The assassin easily parried his blade, locking longsword and scimitar together.
The axe landed harmlessly among the middle of the assassins, imbedded within the sandy floor, leading to snickers among the assassins still alive.

The leader came forward and retrieved the ax, smirking a little at Fyr as he hefted it up. "Quite a nice little toy, thank you. I know just the way to repay you." He took out a knife and threw it at Fyr.



The knife nicked Fyr's torso and lodged itself in the bar behind him.
Arthur


When the blast struck, he found himself launched into the bar, sparing him for a moment from the view. But he managed to pull himself upright, swaying as he did so. Then he saw Fyr near him, also hurt. "Fyr?" He made his way over. It didn't look serious, thank goodness. "Hold still now." Then he rested his hand on Fyr's shoulder and recited a prayer, allowing what wounds he had undergone to heal away. "That should do you." He started to sway slightly more. Then Dalious's cry caused him to look towards the rest of the room, with all it's death and the obvious foes ahead, as well as more ladies like the first two...He adverted his eyes again, then drew forth his sword. "Seems we have a predicament here."
Arthur instantly relaxed. Good thing that fight was adverted. He'd of course have joined with Lapis and these, people. Fetzen had been in the right. But he was also suppose to be keeping a low profile...He needed a drink. Two tankards later, he realized he might have had a little too much. His hand was shaking, and now it seemed that everyone in the room was turning around to look at something.



He turned, then quickly averted his eyes, calling upon prayers to all the saints to help against temptation.

Griff meanwhile kept starring. "What sorta show is this, bartender? I don't recall you ever hiring a skin dancer."

"She ain't hired here." The bartender said.

Others stared in wonder. Some in black went further away from her, slipping quietly to their places while people's eyes were drawn to the woman.
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