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 Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 7:05 pm
He ached. His entire body ached, but that was nothing compared to that resonating heat that had built up in his heart. What it was, he couldn't quite place- his mother's spirit, perhaps, trying to comfort him and spur him into battle? The Voices, rushing to the aid of his ailing soul? Perhaps it was just an innate fury, rising up with the instincts of self-preservation, focusing on keeping him alive! No matter what it was, all that mattered was that it seemed to sear the inside of his very body. For a moment, he considered voicing it- but what good would it do?
His eyes raised, and Wesley met his twin's gaze.
She was calming, somewhat, her hand clenching at her chest like he had been driven to do with his own. Her heart beat with what felt like the ferocity of stampeding warhorses, but the adrenaline wouldn't blind her to everything. Even through all of this, her mind was shaken by the separation, despite the strengthening connection again. Looking to the druid, Abigail flinched at his accusation, turning her head away from him for a moment.
...However, something changed. The girl looked up at him sharply, her hand reaching into her basket, and she plucked a fetid danish from underneath her mother's hand, shaking off the maggots from the once-flaky crust. Adjusting her stance and feeling the so-called infant angels pop inaudibly beneath her shifting feet, the brunette heard her brother likewise move into a fighting stance as she let a smile spread across her face. Again, that almost blinding naivety shone through, though her eyes looked slightly pained and her voice was shaky.
"We... nothing will happen to us. We will always be together. Even if one of us falls asleep forever."
A flip of the small danish in her hand, and she could feel the weight of what lay inside. There was a slight swishing feeling as the contents of the danish moved about inside the flaky pastry crust- not that she would ever eat it. No, there was a special surprise in here. Very, very special. She wouldn't be selfish! Always have to give it to someone else.
Her eyes moved to her brother, who had stooped down to pick up shards of the shattered glass bottle. Grabbing them with one hand and holding the shards between each of his right hand's fingers, Wesley created makeshift knuckles with which to tear at his opponent while picking up the hefties shard with his left. His right arm was no longer in any shape to really fight, after the wrenching of his arm and all- but he could still hold onto the facade while keeping the more durable weapon in his weaker but still strong left hand.
"Together... forever."
Their voices were as one as they ran forward, blinking away the glare of that staff as their paths took them around different sides of the Druid- Wesley ran to the right, while Abigail ran to the left. As soon as she got close enough, Abigail turned her body into a roundhouse kick, planting her left foot to the ground and using the momentum to rush her right foot towards his neck. On the other hand, Wesley swung towards Rei's waist with the hand holding the single shard, his right hand raking where his head would be if he hadn't moved, already.
The faraway nickering of a horse made him nervous, and he leaped away from the magician, turning away from him for only a moment to see if they would be interfered with.
"Come now! Sleep!" Abigail had no such hesitance. Even before her right foot touched the ground, her hands were on the danish again- with just one innocent looking tear of the pastry, poisonous mercury spewed from the air-infused sac that had laid within those layers of pestilent dough. Her thumbs pressed against the back of the pastry to increase the pressure, and the sac promptly burst outwards, spraying its viscous contents towards his face.
She aimed for those beautiful, beautiful eyes.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 8:58 pm
Rei tensed as the pair spoke of their eternal bond. Even through death, they would be together. Sweet, really, if they weren't two homicidal adolescent twins. If they were lovers, it'd be different, but... oh well.
Quickly, they moved. Wesley grabbed scraps of glass from his bottle, situating some in each hand. Abigail found a rotting pastry, cradling it like a child. Rei glared at Lugh, and nudged him away. He wanted to help, but he certainly would only get in the way. They still paid no attention to him, so why endanger him? Instantly, they advanced, Wesley to the right, Abigail to the left.
Rei took a small breath before bringing his left hand into his cloak. As Abigail went into her kick, Rei's spared her a glance as his right hand swung the staff to his right, slamming it into Abigail's calf (whichever one is the part that's below the knee, but above the foot) before it could connect with his skull.
His attention then drifted to Wesley and his glass weaponry. Rei removed his hand from his cloak, toting the book from before. He held it with his hand along opposite the spine, fingers curled around the pages. He swung the book, slamming it into Wesley's left hand, the hard cover causing the glass to go not even a third of the way into the pages. The boy not only just punched a hardcover book, he had glass in his hand!
But Rei wasn't done, yet. He began to move his hand, pulling the book and Wesley's arm with it, his grasp changed to the rest of the book, the part not impaled. With one motion, Rei shoved his hand into the opening of the pages, sending the remainder of the pages, as well as another hard cover, slamming into Wesley's right hand, catching the impromptu knuckles and likely giving him a nasty surprise.
Wesley was out of commission for a moment, so he gave Abigail half a glance just as she began to crack the danish. His hands were occupied, but his mind was still willing and able. In a split second, Rei focused his energy in an immediate casting of Erebus, a dark jet shooting right up into the liquid, just a centimeter from Abigail's hands, as it consumed the mercury before it could be any harm. The tendril writhed in place from the metal, but quickly turned solid, pointing at Abigail like a sort of hellish guard hound.
Triumphant, Rei removed his left hand from the book, and with his right, he spun the tip of his staff in a circle in the air before swinging at Abigail's basket that dangled from her arm, snapping the handle and sending it flying in the direction the twins came.
Now, Rei stood between two children. One had a book split down the middle, one chunk of pages restraining the glass in one hand, the other chunk restraining the other hand. If Wesley could even get the book off of the glass, the force required would not only take excessive time, but also likely injure his hands even more. And if he dropped the book, he would be unarmed, and reaching down to grab a shard of glass would take far too long, and leave him open. The other stood with an exhausted danish, devoid of mercury, and out of supplies. Her basket of goodies sat yards away, a top edge easily battered. And of course, there was still the Erebus tendril directly in front of her. Whether she attacked head-on or tried to go around, it would intercept her.
And even if one of them did have a weapon hidden away, Rei still had his staff, and could easily slam it into either of their stomachs, sending them doubling over.
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 8:35 am
She'd just aimed to stun, not to maim! Though yes, she had aimed for the throat, she had planned to just knock him back and toy with him, for a while- crushing his throat or snapping his neck hadn't been in her repertoire. So when Rei had turned his eyes to her, that staff lashing out like some sort of demonic serpent, she'd expected him to merely block her strike.
But lo! She let out a scream when she heard the snap and would have stopped her attack altogether, if it didn't mean that she would be left defenseless. Pain shrouded her vision in a red haze, and the sight of dark magic would have made her leap back... if her leg would have supported her. Rather, she fell backwards, the shock of seeing the magic solidify throwing her off balance and making her shriek like a wounded animal as it jarred the bone that now twisted awkwardly and visibly before the druid. It didn't take a medical genius to see how unnaturally the lower half of the calf hung when she raised her knee to move back, and she found that she couldn't even move her foot!
"Sister!" Wesley reacted immediately to her screams, increasing the ferocity of his strike. Pulling back his fist with its makeshift knuckles digging slightly into his palm, the boy lashed forward with the strongest force his body and arm could possibly muster. The boy's gut was open! He'd plunge the shard into his flesh, make him writhe in agony for every ounce of pain that he made his beloved sister go through!
Another bellowing scream, this time as the crafty druid slammed the book into his glass-carrying hand. Looking down, almost uncomprehending as Rei shoved his hand aside, shock blinded him to the realization that yes, it was his hand that now had a splinter of glass protruding obscenely from the skin between his thumb and forefinger. The wound was messy, the glass streaked with rivulets of his own blood, and the mashed remains of wounded muscle poked up around the base of the exposed glass.
His second strike, born of desperation, only sealed his fate to that of the book- another anchor to bear, held aloft only by the flesh that poured blood profusely over those pages that had only seen the sweat and tears of their writers. Glass shards that had once poked at his palms now drove straight into them, slicing through flesh, muscle, and tendon alike as the cover of the text dragged his hand down through its sheer weight! Near his knuckles, the glass was forced back, slicing through the layers of skin above the knuckles and exposing muscles and tendons that screamed at exposure to the air. He could feel his pulse racing, throbbing in his now useless hands- despite dropping the shards in his right hand, the book did not loose itself. The glass was in too deep, and the book lay saturating with his lifeblood as he tried in vain to wrest his hands from their glass hooks.
Staring down at his hands again, he realized that they'd be useless.
Any future he had in trinket-collecting for his mother... gone! All of it, gone!
It's hurt us! It's hurt us! Kill him, KILL HIM! Take his spine, snap it to pieces, tear out his throat! Make him suffer!
Seeing no interfering forces moving towards them, Wesley turned again towards the druid, seething and his mouth dripping blood from the lips that he hadn't bothered to keep from biting- his breathing was worn, ragged, but his eyes had a ferocity that couldn't be denied. The Voices called for his blood!
Even as he heard his sister scream for their mother and watched the basket fly, Wesley charged forward, a bellow of wordless challenge and aggression tearing from his lungs as he stormed quickly towards Rei. Erebus was ignored- its focus seemed to be on Abigail, after all- and he instead opted to use the weapons that the druid had so kindly left him with!
His left hand lashed out violently in a backhand- Wesley was fully prepared to feel the pain as he aimed the exposed spike of glass straight towards his face. The momentum carried his arm to the left, where he had the book cover in his right hand to block a blow from the staff that had hurt him several times before. Dropping to the ground, he aimed a kick towards those damned ankles- Rei would still have the range advantage if that blow incapacitated him, but it meant that he wouldn't be able to scramble out of the way, either.
"Mooother!" Abigail's reedy screams tore through the air as her eyes met the feature of Erebus before her. Her eyes kept moving back to the gruesome sight of her mother's remains, which had burst like the packet of maggots she was when her flesh had fallen from the basket. All matter of larvae writhed on the ground a few yards away, the scent now all the more pungent in the area. Even for those with strong stomachs, the wretched stench would be too much to handle if exposed to it for more than a few seconds. Had she not been so preoccupied with Erebus, even she would have noticed that the smell had gotten decidedly worse after the bones had been exposed, leaving the ring on her finger and the nearly liquefied flesh to cling to the form to the best of their abilities.
Shuffling quickly back, cringing as she dragged her shattered, wounded leg, Abigail's cries were as desperate as ever as she reached into the basket, waiting for the right moment...
"Eat this!"
She threw the face of Aeton at Erebus, and several marbles from her pocket, rolling painfully to the side as it swallowed those to give her one last chance at attack.
A silver-plated stake, covered with the pestilence of the hand, was thrown like a Javelin towards the druid's thigh. Desperation gave it enough momentum to pierce a bone, if given the chance, and would prove difficult to block- not unlike trying to block an arrow, for its path was just as true and its tip just as sharp.
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 5:33 pm
Rei cringed as the glass shards marred Wesley's skin, the boy's shouts something that would have chilled him to the bone were he not fighting for his life. Wesley's slash with the book, though quick, was rather predictable, given the persistence of the pair. He leaned back, out of reach of the weapon. But, since he leaned back, his legs changed position, the boy's kick ending up slightly higher than intended. Regardless, the kick was still enough to send Rei toppling, falling backwards and in the direction of the kick. The staff managed to land in such a way that his hand's force pushing down against it allowed him a brief bit longer in this stumbling motion.
Abigail's scream hardly effected the boy, since he was preoccupied with falling. But, as she pelted the mass of energy with the peeled face, the blob of skin simply slid off, leaving a trail of thin black smoke behind it as it fell to the ground. The tendril remained unfazed, its reach lunging towards Rei's arm, and giving him a small jerk to try and right his posture.
But, the pull tugged Rei around even more, sending his right foot right onto a marble. With a small yelp, he essentially slid across the ground, in an arc that allowed the tendril to pull the Druid back to his feet while he bobbed unintentionally and effortlessly around the stake. The staff had already clattered to the ground, slipping from Rei's grasp as he got slung around.
As the rotation around the tendril's point of origin stopped, Rei landed on both feet, wincing slightly as he placed his left foot back on the ground. With a small kick, he sent the marble under his shoe rolling off. He stood, tense and rather tired, the tendril still wrapped around the his wrist. He took deep breaths, glancing at Abigail and her injured leg, and Wesley and his injured hands.
Rei briefly closed his eyes, and began to talk to the pair. "I... I told you both.... something might happen!" He hunched over slightly, resting his hands on his knees as he waved the tendril off of his arm. He'd have removed it entirely, but he didn't know if the pair would try anything else or not. "This voice," he pointed to himself, his entire body moving with his breathing, "was right!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 8:28 pm
Abigail's eyes were wide, her body trembling as shock and fear combined into a totally different beast- a primal instinct to run, to survive, to just get away from this thing as soon as she could! That glob of dark magic simply reeked of the power that she had remembered her mother surrounding herself with, but those spirits had at least known her- these were an entirely different essence altogether. Their mother had called the spirits of the dead- Rei drew upon the forces of dark, independent of the damned souls that still wandered the earth and plagued men with noises at night. It was familiar, yet alien.
His words seemed so far away. Adrenaline made her jitter and shake, his voice washing over her in such a haze that she didn't know quite what to make of it! The bruise that had erupted from her busted bone had started to swell around the break, already darkening to a sickening shade of gray and green beneath her pale skin. She found she could hardly focus, save on that obscene sight that greeted her green eyes.
Her brother was as good as dead. Already, his face was pale, sweat dripping down it as his body fought to decide whether he was hot or cold. He shook, as well, his entire body quivering from some bastardized mix between muscular exhaustion and a sheer lack of blood, for all that spilled from between his fingers and out of that widening, mushy mess of a wound that comprised a fair part of his left hand. Even now, the blood was running thicker, for want of water and just a lack of blood in general- Wesley was on his feet, though barely. He swayed precariously, his eyes losing focus, and he kept trying to shake off the vertigo that threatened to overtake his senses.
"We're... no. Mother, she..." His voice was slurred, his breathing labored, and he looked pathetic, indeed- lips swollen from dryness, with the lower cracked and bleeding from where he'd chewed it. His bangs matted to his sweaty pale forehead, and his hands were nothing but bloody masses attached to pages that finally tore loose fell with a sickening splat, the paper too blood-soaked to keep their structural integrity. Glass shards peeked out of his knuckles, and he couldn't raise his arms, for lack of strength- it was too much.
He'd overextended himself.
"She'd never..."
He tipped forward, lurching and stumbling, reaching for the boy one last time.
"...Lie."
Though his hands looked menacing, and though they reached out to grab the boy's neck, Wesley's eyes rolled up in the back of his head as he fell forward, at least trying to aim his body so that he would do what damage he could with the glass. Even with only gravity fueling them, catching one in the eye or in the flesh of one's cheeks would not be pleasant.
Abigail, still shaking, reached blindly back, still scrambling unconsciously backwards until her hand hit the ruby on her mother's hand.
Click.
Trying to put it carefully back into the basket but realizing that her shaking hands couldn't even hold it without damaging it, she plunged her hand in the basket one last time, pulling a seemingly harmless loaf of bread out from between the blankets- the only thing left in a now bare, blood-soaked basket.
She didn't even realize she was holding the blade the wrong way, but what would the druid know? After all, all he saw was a loaf of bread.
"S-stay back. My voice... my voice will always be right. ALWAYS!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 9:01 pm
Rei turned, facing the stumbling Wesley as he heard his labored voice. The Druid was taken aback by the boy's paleness, his death-like visage. As the child got closer, he began to tilt, and fall towards Rei. The Druid put up his arms, gently pushing them into the child's chest and stopping his fall. Rei gently laid the boy on the ground, sure to move all shards of glass from anywhere close to the boy's skull. He glanced over at Abigail, watching her scramble about. At least she wasn't unconscious, or dead. Then he'd really feel bad!
Calmly, Rei took out his Mend Staff, and began to use the healing energies on Wesley, focusing particularly on his hands. The boy would stop bleeding, and the glass could be removed by someone more fit to do the job, like that Watch cleric, or maybe Rhys. Regardless of the future, the boy was likely safe for now. So, Rei looked towards Abigail, eyes wide as he saw the loaf of bread in her hands.
Rei saw this all too swiftly. She assaulted him with a mercury-filled, rotting danish. She had a mysterious muffin. Wesley had a rock with a knife inside, as well as a seemingly harmless bottle. As he saw the rotting face next to the withering Erebus tendril, it all began to come together. That danish was far from sanitary, and there was a face in that basket. There was no way that a simple loaf of bread could be safe, when surrounded by all that contagion!
There was still the entire distance between Rei and Abigail, one that Rei was not too keen on closing. The girl said to stay back, so he would. Who knows what was in that loaf of bread. And to come so far, to survive so long, he refused to cast any of it away.
"S-stay back. My voice... my voice will always be right. ALWAYS!""
Rei calmly held the Mend staff at his side, the orb pulsating with benevolent blue light. His eyes were calm, caring, like Lugh's. He looked at the girl, surprising ease in his voice as he spoke. "Abigail, your voice is telling you to survive, right?" If she wasn't told to survive, then she would not have grabbed that bread, after all. And the frantic noises through which she found it didn't make her seem calm. "Wesley should be fine, Abigail..." He looked down towards the ground, rolling the Berserk staff far from his feet with a small kick backwards. "Get rid of that thing, Abigail. Let me help you..." He extended his free hand calmly, like a hand pulling her from the depths of hell. "...Let me help you, like my twin helped me." He gestured towards Lugh as he spoke, the Mage standing a distance away from the two, but still between them. To Abigail, it looked like he was pointing towards nobody. To Rei, though, it looked like he was pointing to his long lost twin. Maybe she would see it as him communicating with a Voice, a kindred spirit of sorts? "Please.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 7:46 pm
((Placeholder post. Abigail falls unconscious. The end, until further notice. This post is NOT OoC, this is a placeholder! D<))
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 6:23 pm
Leon went on to patrol the other areas. Him and Aran were both doubling their normal fields of vision by being extra cautious, and using senses that the two Watch members didn't even know they had. Anri was a big part of Leon's better awareness. Since the horse knew the sights and smells of war, he'd react to them in an instant. So far, the armored tank of a steed was calm, so that meant most of the rest of this side of town was clear.
It was a relief that at last, the craziness that had drawn out a very long night for many of the Watch and the Guard alike was finally winding down. Sure, Leon loved to be in action. He was a soldier and a defender before he was anything else, and he took great pride in the missions he ran to protect his homeland.
The most diligent amongst the Watch still needed a pick-me-up once in a while though. Now would be a better time than ever to have a nice drink of elixir. The Lieutenant, not sure if his subordinate took one or not, offered a bottle to Aran that had all three drinks left like his own. For now, his axe was on a strap he had attached to his back. "Oy, Aran. Bottom's up, eh? Gotta keep our en'rgy a flowin'." he said the words in a fond manner before drinking a third of his own elixir with his other hand.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 5:24 pm
Aran didn`t see anyone or anything else that seemed crazy or insane as he went on to patrol with Leon. Seemed to be that things were starting to calm down, the fires had been put out, most of the crazy people had been caught and put back where they belonged.
But he didn`t know about any of the criminals, and hoped none would show up.
¨Thanks, I was starting to get a bit thirsty myself.¨ He said downing about a third of his elixir too.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 8:01 pm
((Sorry for the delay. I was on hiatus when I went home. sweatdrop ))
Just as Isadora had predicted, the woman was using magic again. The paladin was unsure what would the woman do to her once she released her magic. However, she was not going to let her get the best of her.
Before anything could happen to the paladin, Isadora quickly threw her spear at the woman. Isadora watched her spear flew toward the woman before she felt the pressure falling onto her.
Again? Isadora thought as she realized what the woman did. The crazed woman was trying to slow her again. Well, it was a good thing she threw her spear at her. The paladin hoped it pierced her shoulder, hoping that it would make the woman having difficulty to use her magic. However, she couldn't tell if she struck her or not due to the water falling onto her.
Just as she thought she had to struggle through the density, the pressure was suddenly lifted. Wondering what had happened, Isadora looked up. From there, she saw Lethe pinning down the woman in her laguz form. The pipe that the woman was holding was still in her hand, but was useless due to the strength of Lethe's paw. Whether did Isadora struck Lethe or the woman with her spear, she did not know. However, she thanked St. Elimine that the woman was stopped.
Getting off of her horse, Isadora headed toward them with her horse followed her. The paladin then grabbed the woman's pipe and yanked it hard from her. Looking down at the woman, Isadora spoke. "It's time we put you in the asylum, madam. But just to make sure you won't attack us..."
Isadora raised her arm the pipe up in her hands. She then swung low toward the woman's head while avoiding to hit Lethe as if she was playing a game of cricket. Hopefully, this would knock the woman unconscious while they would cart her to the asylum.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 2:10 pm
The pipe was yanked from her again. This didn't help her mood at all. Not only was she about to become impotent, she was worn out, her pipe was taken from her, and top top it off, there was a giant cat on her. Feeling slightly humiliated, she thought about this situation in contempt.
Then the pipe was being used against her. Ironic. ********... Just my luck, this never happens. Maybe they keep the big guns hidden from me...
The pipe was brought down, and before it made contact, she used her last resort. It wasn't going to end with her conscious, but it would get her away. The pipe struck her head, and the two disappeared after the conflict. Lethe fell on the ground, and Isadora's hand was empty.
Rad had teleported away to someplace unknown, just away from them. Probably some field, or woods, but she was definitely not conscious. If people found her, they would just see a girl with a lead pipe by her head, nothing too out of the ordinary.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 2:35 pm
As soon as she made the pipe connected to the woman's head, she felt something odd. Something was odd and tingling in her hands as she swung the weapon. She felt the force rang from the pipe to her hands, but there was something strange.
When she looked down, all she was was Lethe in her cat form. The woman was gone. How could she escape? She was tightly pinned underneath's Lethe. Not only that, but the weapon she was holding was gone.
Feared that the woman was still around, Isadora drew her sword out and looked around. If that woman was around, she would attack them unexpected. But after five minutes passed, there was no danger. Just raving lunatics on the loose and citizens fearing for their lives. Before Isadora could do anything, a guard appeared before her, asking her that she was needed for the crew meeting. Isadora frowned, but nodded. She hoped that the Watch and Guard handled the situation while she was away.
After going to the castle and listened to the situation, the paladin was not pleased of what happened in the rescue mission. Razevi was freed and had taken Blossom as her prisoner too? This didn't bold well. When Rath alert the guards to spread the message to reinforce the group, Isadora informed her vice captain that she would stay in Eyris. They still needed to help the citizens and capture the madmen.
As the paladin rode back to the streets of Eyris, she prayed to St. Elimine for the other group's concerns.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 3:56 pm
Shinon aimed at a pigeon sitting on the rooftops a several buildings away. He fired and a puff of feathers was all that remained of the pigeon. Shinon sighed and sat back on the barrel. "What the hell is there to do here?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 10:27 pm
 Just as the lady paladin delivered the final blow, Lethe felt cobblestones instead of a unconscious body underneath her paw pads. Her prey simply vanished in thin air. Her tail thrashed and her fur stood on end. The big cat looked around sharply. Where did that pesky human go?
Calming down slightly, she sat down and lifted her nose in the air. Hopefully her scent would be carried by the wind. After a few minutes, nothing. Lethe growled before transforming back into her humanoid form. “What kind of beorc magic was that,” she asked no one in particular.
Moments later she heard the call of a guard requesting aid in Sentria. Isadora started to walk away with her horse. Apparently their time here was done. The feline laguz got up on her knees then to her two feet. She dusted herself off and traveled to her sister’s cloak. Luckily it wasn’t damp or damaged. With her belonging counted for, Lethe walked home to prepare for her temporary recruitment into the FEF Guard.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 11:52 am
Shinon sighed and looked around. He was absolutely bored out of his mind. Shinon looked around and headed through a alleyway. He wanted to know what was going on and left to find some answers.
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