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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 10:25 pm
Nkosazana decided to take a break from listening to her fellow horsemen behave in a way that she was considering to be rather foolish by setting out on what she considered to be a very important quest.
Charon said they were there to find the lost. The idea that she could recover horsemen that had been lost in the fog was rather important to her. She had no idea it was really possible to get more of them out than they already had, considering so many of the horsemen seemed to be coming from the human world lairs or missions at this point. What Charon said, though, seemed to imply that this place allowed them to do so.
And so, she set out looking for any souls that looked unfamiliar or unknown.
As a priestess, it was her job to guide. And now, she was determined to help guide some of their lost back home.
Hopefully she was able to find someone.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 9:57 pm
Pale eyes slid over the terrain. She wasn't entirely sure she was even seeing it. Red wings twitched and flexed. Her feet didn't hurt, did they? She glanced behind her, footprints trailed. From where? No idea. That should probably bother her. Her eyes closed tight, pale hair drifting this way and that as she shook her head. Acantha was... confused.
Lost?
The word was bitter in her head, and she doubted would taste much better on her tongue. So she kept it only in her head, turning back towards... onwards? Forward? It was where her feet had yet to be, so far as she could tell. Tucking her wings close, she walked on. Something had to clear the--fog? sand? cobwebs?--from her head. She at least knew her name. That was a bonus! Could be worse then. Er. Knock on wood.
If she had any. Hm.
The Horsewoman paused, eyes widening for a moment. A figure ahead moved, and she wondered briefly if she was simply... losing it. Muscles tensed, bunched... and Acantha let out a breath, flicked on an easy smile, and walked on. Raised a hand, let out a whistle. "If you're not an illusion, I can assure you it'll make my day!" Not that she had much more to her day, but considering this was the first moment she could fully recollect, it was the start to her day.
Best to not start off on the wrong foot by encountering a phantom or an illusion, right?
Seiana_ZI Idek. Have a groggy War pony.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 5:37 am
This place was desolate.
She wasn't sure what Famine liked so much about deserts. She would rather find herself in the human arctic. There it was cold, sure, but there seemed to be more life to it, even if it was low-hanging bushes and the animals that were foolhardy enough to march their way up there. Perhaps it was just a different kind of desolation, but there seemed to be more to it than endless sands and sweltering heat. How did those Famine folks deal with this?
Her eyes continued to scan for any unusual figures in the scenery. Nothing, nothing -- wait, was that a whistle? Violet eyes widened slightly, body snapping--or at least, as well as she could snap--towards the noise. She saw it. Or her, really. It looked like a Horsewoman of War, with wide wings and penchant for the loud.
"If you're not an illusion, I can assure you it'll make my day!"
"I'm not!" shouted Nkosazana back, though she was never too good at shouting. "I'll be right there! Stay there!"
The priestess took one look around at the desolate place, before marching forward, determined to meet up with the lost War Horsewoman. This was what she was here for--to find their others who had been lost.Kaefaux Do not worry Confused War Horsewoman, a Death Priestess is here!
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