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Exiting the Black Dunes, Faeandra made her way through the desert fairly quickly, being an expert at traveling through it by now. She came upon a lake and curiously low flying city that she presumed to be Calan, as Gortuls didn't live above ground. She adjusted her eyepatch and sat beside the lake. She considered bathing in it to remove desert sand and such, but she didn't relish the idea so close to this strange low-flying city.

((Sweet. That's a cool idea! 3nodding Alas, I must head off to sleepy-land, but if you finish and pm it to me, I'll put the profile up in the morning.))

(I've been thinking of putting all my RP characters on my sig.... well... yeah... What am i talking about.... I don't even know... ha ha!)

Janika smiled and hopped a little. "Cool! I'm looking forward to it!"

( I have a concert in my orchestra in.... 6 days. I know... summer's over, but I'm in a summer program.)

((I'm going to PM these to Faey, but I couldn't resist posting them here first. 4laugh

Aer: (I think I did a fairly good job on this. I was expecting more difficulty, but it was actually even easier than Rivus. I love the shirt.)


Rivus: (Harder than I was expecting. I had fun looking for all the red stuff, though. The tattoo was beautiful. ^^)


And my new charrie: Satsujin! (Sorry I have so many Calan, I just can't imagine playing someone who lives underground x.x)
Name: Satsujin
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Calan elf or Gortul?: Calan
Weapon/Skill: Fights with two katanas, in a self-taught discipline. Can't use magick.
Appearance:

Other/Additional Information Oddly mature and serious for her age, Satsujin speaks little of where she came from; not because she wishes to keep it a secret, but because she sees no need for useless reminiscences. She is friendly, however, even if earning her trust can go rather slowly. She is on a quest to find her Hearrte, but can only sense its pull if she has fresh blood on her hands. She is not evil, and is in no hurry to slaughter people in the search for her Hearrte, so instead, she partners with others, travels with them, and notes the direction of the pull whenever she is forced to kill thieves and would-be murderers.))

((Ooo, intriguing! blaugh ))

Faeandra jumped to her feet and skirted quickly around the bank of the lake. Approaching the girl, she realized it was a Calan elf, only slightly older than herself. She berated herself for a moment for not bringing her spear with her, but stopped, realizing this girl was well and truly out of it, and not faking.
She kneeled down beside her and checked for a pulse. Yup, still alive. She dragged her a little ways from the water so the girl wouldn't roll into the water accidently, and shook her gently to see if she would wake.

Janika soon felt sleepy and fell asleep.

((I don't think Bard ever actually explained the 'Trumps'. They're originally from a book series called the Chronicles of Amber, but I won't get into that. Basically, they are cards depicting people, places, etc. I don't believe you have to have any special abilities to use them, only concentration, but I may be mistaken. In any case, anyone with the proper concentration will be able to use those cards to contact whatever it shows.))

Aer nodded to Wraith. "Yes, sir," he said, getting a little into the mood, and hastened to follow Wraith.

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She fell to her knees, the hot sun beating down on the back of her neck. She could see that every inch of exposed skin was red and burnt. Fool girl that she had been, trying to cross the desert, but what choice did she have? Her Hearrte was pulling, and once the blood dried, she would no longer feel it. She had to hurry. It had been so important, then. Now, though... Her hands touched the sand, the scalding hot sand. She pulled them away and looked around.

There, in the distance--a glint of something, maybe a mirage, maybe water, but what choice did she have, again? She forced herself up and stumbled toward the light... Onward, and onward, and onward until it seemed she had been staggering through the desert for days... She saw it now, close, so close... She bent to her knees, te water so close she could feel it in the air... And then...

She half-opened her eyes as someone was shaking her by the shoulders. In a flash, she had drawn her left katana with her right hand, but before she could steady it, she dropped it beside her. Her muscles wouldn't respond properly. She growled, and realized she was panting already. Where...? And she remembered. The desert. For the past five days, and she had run out of water two days ago.

"Who...?" she said, wincing. Her throat felt dry and cracked. "Who are you?"