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Exact Copies of peoples, or differences that can be noticed?
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Aramir
Flowers were nice. Real flowers at any rate, not the ice manipulated ones Cyromancers in other tribes were so fond of making. Even if they had their own icy beauty. But real flowers..they were much better than the ice ones. She hadn't seen many on her trip from the Frozen Plains, but she enjoyed them when she did. "I like flowers. They're some of the more colorful results of this land, wonderful compared the unending whiteness of the Plains. While there are things I miss about my homeland, the flowers are one of the reasons I enjoy it here more." And, the fact that my homeland is the sight of death and murder and betrayal. "They're very pretty, and smell nice. Except when there's a bee in them, that is." That had happened once. Aramir had stopped to smell a flower, and there had been a bee in said flower. Naturally, the bee wasn't happy that there was a blue nose being shoved in it's personal space. For the next few weeks, the Snow Elf had had a large red nose. It was a highly uncomfortable experience, and one she didn't wish to repeat any time soon.
Out of the corner of her eye, Aramir saw movement heading towards her. Turning, she saw a Forest Elf with bright red hair making her way towards Lyris and Aramir. As Auriel drew closer, Aramir became increasingly aware of just where her height placed her in regards to the other Pyromancer. If she looked straight forward, she would be looking directly between Auriel's legs. As such, as the Forest Elf grew ever closer, Aramir grew ever redder. By the time Auriel was standing next to the Alanian and the Snow Elf, the latter was more red than blue. Thankfully though, before she had to make any awkward explanations, there was a loud screech and the head master was speaking. The announcement of how Hyrdromancy and Necromancy was going to be displayed by Uicle surprised her. As far as her limited knowledge knew, that was unusual. Highly unusual. As Serge rose and began to speak, she listened, in minor wonder. Before jumping about ten feet in the air as the lightning bolt boomed on the roof.
And then things began to float. It started with small things, her daggers, forks, knives. Her own daggers were pulled out of their sheaths and floated to the sky. Those Aramir didn't care about. They were easily replaced. However, when her bow began to float(the metal designs in it being attracted to the same force as the daggers were) she began resist. "Hey! No! I'm not letting you-whoa!" She had tried to keep the bow down through her weight. However, her weight was very small and soon she began to float into the air. Decision time. Stay with the bow, and possibly fall to her death, or let go and try to catch it. Aramir let go, her embarrassment at where her eyes could accidentally wander with Auriel forgotten in her anxiety over her bow. When things finally began to fall, her bow was included. She ran towards where it looked to be falling, a short distance away, intent on catching it. So intent that she didn't notice someone else was there until it was too late.
For the second time that day, Aramir crashed into someone. When she looked up from her sitting position on the ground(eyes still intent upon the bow), all she noticed was that it was in Naga hands.
Althalus
He went the opposite way of Auriel, both because it seemed most likely that Mar was at an exit(he still needed to find her and locate their room, after all) and he had had enough fun for the night. On his way, he passed close by the albino man who had waved at him and the other strange Naga that Mar had gotten into a severe argument with. With a small nod of greeting his continued on his way, looking for the female Naga that was to be his roommate. "Shouldn't have left and gone in the Hall. Now I've lost her." Her muttered under his breath, before pausing. "Then again, things did work out rather favorably, didn't they?" He grinned to himself, before looking around for Mar once more. However, given the sheer amount of people in the Hall, he failed in locating her by the time Khan had spoken up. Turning around, he listened intently to the Headmaster's announcement. A display of the master magebloods? That should certainly be interesting.
He stopped in his search of the Naga to watch the Electromancy teacher go first, and was suitably impressed. It's not everyday you see someone cast a lightning bolt and then freeze it in place above you. His impressed state turned to more than minor concern when he felt the pull. It started on his mask, pulling against his hip. Placing a cautionary hand on it, he noticed that all metal was floating into the air. And then suddenly became acutely aware of his chainmail armor. Which was made of metal. "I think I should be-" He began, making his way towards the exit as he felt an increasing pressure on his mask, daggers at his hips, and hidden throwing knives. Then, of course, his armor began to float with him in it. For a moment, as he began steadily rising to the roof, he was scared. Flying unwillingly higher and higher from the unforgiving ground wasn't an appealing prospect. But then, he began to get caught up in the novelty of it. He was flying, technically at least. A series of chuckles went through him as his armor was pulled towards the roof.
With his new found vantage point, Althalus spotted Mar in the distance. "Aha! That's where you've been hiding!" And then the pull stopped. "Oh shi-Ahh!" Althalus had just enough presence of mind to curl in a ball before he hit the floor on his side. A loud thump could be heard throughout the hall, followed by a quiet groaning. "I knew coming her was a bad idea..."
Flowers were nice. Real flowers at any rate, not the ice manipulated ones Cyromancers in other tribes were so fond of making. Even if they had their own icy beauty. But real flowers..they were much better than the ice ones. She hadn't seen many on her trip from the Frozen Plains, but she enjoyed them when she did. "I like flowers. They're some of the more colorful results of this land, wonderful compared the unending whiteness of the Plains. While there are things I miss about my homeland, the flowers are one of the reasons I enjoy it here more." And, the fact that my homeland is the sight of death and murder and betrayal. "They're very pretty, and smell nice. Except when there's a bee in them, that is." That had happened once. Aramir had stopped to smell a flower, and there had been a bee in said flower. Naturally, the bee wasn't happy that there was a blue nose being shoved in it's personal space. For the next few weeks, the Snow Elf had had a large red nose. It was a highly uncomfortable experience, and one she didn't wish to repeat any time soon.
Out of the corner of her eye, Aramir saw movement heading towards her. Turning, she saw a Forest Elf with bright red hair making her way towards Lyris and Aramir. As Auriel drew closer, Aramir became increasingly aware of just where her height placed her in regards to the other Pyromancer. If she looked straight forward, she would be looking directly between Auriel's legs. As such, as the Forest Elf grew ever closer, Aramir grew ever redder. By the time Auriel was standing next to the Alanian and the Snow Elf, the latter was more red than blue. Thankfully though, before she had to make any awkward explanations, there was a loud screech and the head master was speaking. The announcement of how Hyrdromancy and Necromancy was going to be displayed by Uicle surprised her. As far as her limited knowledge knew, that was unusual. Highly unusual. As Serge rose and began to speak, she listened, in minor wonder. Before jumping about ten feet in the air as the lightning bolt boomed on the roof.
And then things began to float. It started with small things, her daggers, forks, knives. Her own daggers were pulled out of their sheaths and floated to the sky. Those Aramir didn't care about. They were easily replaced. However, when her bow began to float(the metal designs in it being attracted to the same force as the daggers were) she began resist. "Hey! No! I'm not letting you-whoa!" She had tried to keep the bow down through her weight. However, her weight was very small and soon she began to float into the air. Decision time. Stay with the bow, and possibly fall to her death, or let go and try to catch it. Aramir let go, her embarrassment at where her eyes could accidentally wander with Auriel forgotten in her anxiety over her bow. When things finally began to fall, her bow was included. She ran towards where it looked to be falling, a short distance away, intent on catching it. So intent that she didn't notice someone else was there until it was too late.
For the second time that day, Aramir crashed into someone. When she looked up from her sitting position on the ground(eyes still intent upon the bow), all she noticed was that it was in Naga hands.
Althalus
He went the opposite way of Auriel, both because it seemed most likely that Mar was at an exit(he still needed to find her and locate their room, after all) and he had had enough fun for the night. On his way, he passed close by the albino man who had waved at him and the other strange Naga that Mar had gotten into a severe argument with. With a small nod of greeting his continued on his way, looking for the female Naga that was to be his roommate. "Shouldn't have left and gone in the Hall. Now I've lost her." Her muttered under his breath, before pausing. "Then again, things did work out rather favorably, didn't they?" He grinned to himself, before looking around for Mar once more. However, given the sheer amount of people in the Hall, he failed in locating her by the time Khan had spoken up. Turning around, he listened intently to the Headmaster's announcement. A display of the master magebloods? That should certainly be interesting.
He stopped in his search of the Naga to watch the Electromancy teacher go first, and was suitably impressed. It's not everyday you see someone cast a lightning bolt and then freeze it in place above you. His impressed state turned to more than minor concern when he felt the pull. It started on his mask, pulling against his hip. Placing a cautionary hand on it, he noticed that all metal was floating into the air. And then suddenly became acutely aware of his chainmail armor. Which was made of metal. "I think I should be-" He began, making his way towards the exit as he felt an increasing pressure on his mask, daggers at his hips, and hidden throwing knives. Then, of course, his armor began to float with him in it. For a moment, as he began steadily rising to the roof, he was scared. Flying unwillingly higher and higher from the unforgiving ground wasn't an appealing prospect. But then, he began to get caught up in the novelty of it. He was flying, technically at least. A series of chuckles went through him as his armor was pulled towards the roof.
With his new found vantage point, Althalus spotted Mar in the distance. "Aha! That's where you've been hiding!" And then the pull stopped. "Oh shi-Ahh!" Althalus had just enough presence of mind to curl in a ball before he hit the floor on his side. A loud thump could be heard throughout the hall, followed by a quiet groaning. "I knew coming her was a bad idea..."
Freeshooter92 said
That's kinda like jabbing her in the stomach with superheated rebar.
Highly painful and lethal?
Free said Well, Alaira is exceptionally violent, but she'd probably advocate killing the bandits because whenever mr. mind mage leaves they'll be right back to plundering.
Well, actually if the Psychomancer is good enough, he/she can change the badnit's memories to make them pacifists. Or gardners. Or both.
Or even guardsmen.
This random picture doesn't apply to any conversations in this OOC what so ever. I'm still posting it.
Now, to have Kiara and Maeve enter this little conversation or not..
Crossark said
Anyway...IS IT THE NEXT DAY YET?
Uh...You might have a long, loong, looong, loooooooong wait if you try for the next day.
Our next time skip is going to be months wise, and there's going to be a ..surprise this evening.
I'd suggest getting Cynn and/or Locas in ASAP
Freeshooter92 said
OH GOD THE PAD IS PROBABLY DEAD ALL HOPE IS LOST!
And that would be the despair of knowing my madness has arrived!
Yes. My madness is spreading...
Zal glanced around one final time to make sure there wasn't any stirring bandits, before he answered the summons of both Rhaedin and the old man. However, as he heard about how the Ent was the guardian of the village, his teeth gritted. Why, in the name of all that is worshiped in this land, didn't the fucking tree save the town himself! But of course, he didn't say this aloud. It wouldn't have been prudent, after all. Not with Rhaedin around and the fact that the townsfolk and others would have immediately leapt to the conclusion that he didn't want to save the village. It would have been a mess that would have required far to much effort to clean up. So, he kept his silence and his complaints to himself, before walking over to the nearest couple of bandit corpses and grabbing them by their limbs(wrist and ankle, to be precise.) and dragging them out. He'd get his amulet from Elrithian later.
Right now, get rid of the corpses, take whatever Matthias gave them, and then head on their way. And, likely, stop and help other villages who could have been helped by their friendly guardian who was a giant walking tree with lots of fairy friends. Because, that's what they do now. Obviously. Not, you know, help the Angardians stop another war between themselves and the Cherods. With a sigh, the S'ilthra muttered to himself, "I shouldn't have taken this offer. Bad idea all around, I could feel it at the time. But no..I had to take the promise of interesting events. Well, I certainly got those!"
He fell silent, dragging the corpses behind him. It wouldn't change anything to complain now, even if it did make him feel better. As he was dragging the corpses away from the tavern to be eaten by the local wildlife, he noticed Sid wandering past him. The dog seemed to be searching. Still dragging his morbid burden, Zal followed the path of the his dog while he did so. Maybe Sid would find something interesting. And hopefully far less lethal than a bunch of bandits. Or a monster. That would be the icing on the cake, wouldn't it? A monster, after all this. Zal's thoughts were broken by the sound of Sid's tail smacking bushes and foliage. Then, he saw the glint of a knife in the moonlight. Before he could do anything more than drop the corpses, however, a loud shout of 'puppy!' broke the silence.
The next thing Zal knew, Sid was on his back enjoying both a vigorous belly rub and a bit of jerky from the person he had found. Walking over and creating a ball of flames in his hand Zal asked, slightly exasperatedly, "And who might you be?" Sid looked up at him with a none-to-remorseful woof. Then the dog went back to groaning in pleasure.
Right now, get rid of the corpses, take whatever Matthias gave them, and then head on their way. And, likely, stop and help other villages who could have been helped by their friendly guardian who was a giant walking tree with lots of fairy friends. Because, that's what they do now. Obviously. Not, you know, help the Angardians stop another war between themselves and the Cherods. With a sigh, the S'ilthra muttered to himself, "I shouldn't have taken this offer. Bad idea all around, I could feel it at the time. But no..I had to take the promise of interesting events. Well, I certainly got those!"
He fell silent, dragging the corpses behind him. It wouldn't change anything to complain now, even if it did make him feel better. As he was dragging the corpses away from the tavern to be eaten by the local wildlife, he noticed Sid wandering past him. The dog seemed to be searching. Still dragging his morbid burden, Zal followed the path of the his dog while he did so. Maybe Sid would find something interesting. And hopefully far less lethal than a bunch of bandits. Or a monster. That would be the icing on the cake, wouldn't it? A monster, after all this. Zal's thoughts were broken by the sound of Sid's tail smacking bushes and foliage. Then, he saw the glint of a knife in the moonlight. Before he could do anything more than drop the corpses, however, a loud shout of 'puppy!' broke the silence.
The next thing Zal knew, Sid was on his back enjoying both a vigorous belly rub and a bit of jerky from the person he had found. Walking over and creating a ball of flames in his hand Zal asked, slightly exasperatedly, "And who might you be?" Sid looked up at him with a none-to-remorseful woof. Then the dog went back to groaning in pleasure.
Fallenreaper said
Don't you have posts to get to? And not helping!
I only have Zal left. I can multitask causing panic and posting for a lizard.
:P
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