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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Althalus Lyn's Hunt

Althalus smirked at Mar. "Me? I'm just admiring your lovely tunic. It fits you so much more better than it fits me. You're the most likely out of the two of us to spot and point out any rabbits. And besides, I enjoy looking at you far more than I enjoy looking for rabbits. After this hunt, with Alaira and Lyn and the rest celebrating, perhaps we can celebrate in our own way." He smiled, his eyes traveling up and down Mar's form, leaving no doubt as to what his idea of celebrating was. He glanced at her twitching tail and chuckled. "Have I ever mentioned you're cute when you're irritated? Because you are."

His smirk vanished as he turned to see what had made the cracking noise. At Mar's words he couldn't help but chuckle. "See? You even spotted the giant moose before I did." He began to pull out his crossbow. "We'll deal with it." Before anything could happen, though a Snow Elf came and quite handily dealt with the moose sending it along on it's way. After a moment, Althalus put his crossbow up. "Never mind. Enzius will take care of it. We'll just keep an eye out for more..." He gestured vaguely. "Wildlife that Lyn won't have too much trouble with."

Aramir, Catacombs

Aramir followed the group, barely catching the tail end of it in time for the venture. Her ring was glowing slightly, giving her more light to work by as she examined the surrounding area. She merely quirked an eyebrow as Tyrael left with Ssarak, stringing her bow. Taking their two strongest fighters out of the way seemed like a bad idea, but it wasn't her place to critique or deal with the leader of the expedition, especially since he was both Tyrael and gone.

She glanced idly at Myrn. Ever since their drunken escapade, she had avoided the elf. She found it awkward, to say the least. But right now wasn't the time to be worried about her sex life. "Ridge Hounds are fast, vicious, and usually travel in packs. Large packs. Aim ahead of them so they run into your attack and don't get split off from the group. They'll merely surround then slaughter you. On the bright side, you can usually kill them with one blow and they wound easy. You'll just have to do it over and over again until there aren't fifty of them anymore!" She smiled at the Forest Elf and then stood. "So, does anyone have any ideas where to start?"

Leith's rings, Lyn's hunt

Slade and Mackendrick...E'doc'sil...new bloods. The Wild Generals and their latest servants are here. Prepare yourself and your friends. They come for the child, and to kill its mother's tribe.

The voice of the ring, long silent, suddenly whispered in Leith's skull.

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Enduwin: Act 1 - The Dark Awaits

Hector walked into the bar, pulling the cloth covering his face down as he did so. It was only polite, after all. He was cold. Granted, he was always some degree of cold, even in what passed for warm in Vrent. Is this country never warm? He wondered for perhaps the hundredth time, briefly examining the room. It seemed comfortable enough, if crafted for the Ventus. Not that it's current occupants had any trouble with the size of the place.

More giants, wonderful. He had long ago gotten used to the fact that he would forever be dwarfed in this country, but there was always that slight hope when he went into a new venture that someone who wasn't a child would be at least his height. A foolish hope, true, but one always had to have something to hope for. The simple hope of not dying had stopped working when he abandoned his tribe. Well, he had come here to find Eolas and seeing as there was only one person who it could be Hector made his way over to the growing gathering.

He paused only briefly to talk to the tavern owner, his soft voice carrying only the hint of an accent. "Water, please." He didn't understand what the draw of alcohol was, nor why people partook in it. People in this country didn't value water enough. Probably because they always had plenty of it at hand. He only chuckled at the look the man gave him, and turned to more closely examine the people he would be working with. Three of them were obviously warriors. Front line fighters too. Scars all around, weapons on two of them, and that same dangerous air that told you they had killed once and would likely kill again.

The fourth one was different. While as tall as the rest of the gathered company, he didn't have that same air. Perhaps he was just a scholar, or perhaps he was hiding something that Hector couldn't detect. Something dangerous. Like those Gods Cursed new weapons and technology. He thought darkly, before taking his water with a 'thank you' and continuing over to the gathering.

"My name is Hector. A pleasure to meet all of you." He said, nodding to each of the gathered people in turn. It never hurt to be polite.

Enduwin: Act 1 - The Dark Awaits

Kind of interesting that we have a fairly high proportion of tall people. I feel bad for anyone under six foot in the party.

@MelonHead

Hector is just...there. Staring up at everyone with all of his five foot eight inch frame.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

@Sep

I imagine from this first post on, it's the story of an angsty Darth Vader who just wants to ride the unicycle while playing the bagpipes in the traditional way, and won't let anyone stop him from achieving his dreams.

Great movie, 10/10 would watch again.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@Fallenreaper By title do you mean like 'The Red Bane of Djarkel' or something else.

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Please, Ssarak has class, and skill, and maybe some intimidating muscular strength.

@EliteCommander

And some degree of naivety. Don't forget that.

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You say that like it's a bad thing. They may be small, but they need a lot of love!

@Lucius Cypher

Exactly!

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Well that's a new thing. How is my sister a speicest?

@Demonic Angel

One can never have enough Snow Elves.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@RanchGirl100Well, to anyone that shows interest, I always end up recommending the Esyire. Large dragon-people. All the races have their strengths and weaknesses, but they are clearly the coolest. But, there is a race list in the second post of the OOC. Or you could just make a race, though that would be a longer process.

@EliteCommander

Elite's just biased against everything not lizard people. Don't let him influence you. :p

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. Oh, and do try to not pick an elf if you can at all help it... a bit overstuffed on that front.

@Freeshooter92

You speciest!

To be honest, the only race that is over stuffed when I look at the CS section are snow elves.

@Fallenreaper

You other speciest!