Fubsy

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Wimena nodded and headed back to the others. Her eyes were bright with determination as she gestured at the tracks. "I think I found a lead. There's a trail that leads from that hill," she pointed, "to the woods and possibly into the swamp."

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Wimena traced ragged drag marks beside the claw tracks, nodding slowly. "So he must've taken there..." she murmured more to herself. She stood and followed the trail westward, pausing when the trees began to thicken. "What about these woods?" she asked.

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Wimena lagged behind the group. For once, her attention was not set on her surroundings, but rather on the ground. She stopped and bent down, small fingers carefully tracing faint identions on the earth. Time and weather had worn down the tracks where they seemed unremarkable at first glance. But to Wimena, they seemed...unnatural. Wrong. Her eyes followed the trail, stopping when she saw the hill. "Constable," she called, "what do you know of that hill over there?"

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Sure, why not.

@Garth
I'd make a meat pun, but I'm all flesh out of ideas. ;D im so sorry that was horrible, even for me

Metalheart

You know you're tired when writing 'bag of Marks' makes you think of a bunch of people named Mark being stuffed into a trash bag.

Metalheart

"You're doing good. Great, actually." A ghost of a smile danced across Marcella's lips. "Better than me." She rose from her seat, taking her bowl and placing it on the sink. "Thank you again, Max." She grabbed her bag and began to dig through it. "I know you said you didn't need payment, but think of this as a gift. And don't you dare say no." She withdrew a bag of Marks, close to seventy or so, and placed it on the table. With a goodnight wave, Marcella headed into the guest room.

Metalheart

@Dmessenger
"Damn..." Marcella muttered, her forehead creasing with frustration. "Well, thanks anyway. The Italian sighed and leaned back, her gaze wandering around the small kitchen. "So, tell me, Max. How has your life been? Aside from the whole...situation," she gestured vaguely at Maxwell's false leg, "I suspect it's vastly different than mine."

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Wimena covered her mouth to keep from laughing as Rockmar slipped and stumbled. "Goodness, are you alright?" she said in between stifled giggles. She crouched by his side. The sound of footsteps distracted her from her fallen comrade. Turning, she saw the elf return from his...discussion...with the priest. "How was it?" she asked, her laughter fading.

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Wimena patted her sword in assurance. "Perhaps later. We should check on Tarquin." She glanced towards the elf's direction, quietly noting his harsh exchange with the priest. "Before we accidentally start a war with the local liturgy."

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Please notice that although Eve can do many things there are limits. I do not think it fair to make her appear invincible because as we all know Eeen Harry Potter witches have limits. :P Besides it isn't fun if she can just weild power like a spoon.

@Wick

I like what you did with Eve.
Also, for some reason, I just imagined Eve using a spoon like a wand. Abraca-cereal.