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 Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 7:35 pm
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Some believe in fairy stories
And the ghosts that they can't see
I know that I could do so much
If I could just believe in me
Kyran clasped his hands together uneasily, sensing that the woman was less than happy as the conversation continued. Both Herod and the woman had their hands alarmingly close to their blades, almost ready to start a fight. Herod seemed on edge, no doubt angered by her words of how she commented what city people and warriors were like. Of course, Kyran now remembered. Herod's mother was a warrior herself, a powerful woman that Kyran respected despite having never met. After all, she was a great influence on Herod and made him the great brother and leader he was today. He reached for his quarterstaff, almost bracing himself. While he wasn't a fighter, Kyran would do whatever he could to support his brother.
However, Herod then reached for a book, hanging it to him. By surprise, as usual, Kyran took the book and was temporarily distracted. A book of fairy tales? Kyran grasped the book before placing it into his bag underneath the cloak. As the woman commented how 'pretty people are ugly' and made some form of signal to add to the insult. Now, that was slightly confusing. What could she mean by pretty people are ugly? It wasn't exactly a literal insult. It must have some kind of greater significance from wherever she was. Speaking that she kept bringing up there was some kind of divide between city folk and wherever she was from, she must be from some group not from the main towns. The only place he could think of were the clans of the Badlands, known for their reliance on violence.
He crouched down to look other cadavers, feeling a hint of sorrow. The woman was not exactly lying. "She speaks truth, brother. It is not wrong that we live in a world where there is an endless cycle of killing." he spoke up. Kyran did not wish to have such hostile behavior between the two. Herod was now the face of Phobos; If it were to be smeared from hostility, it would not be a good idea. Not quite commenting about the grave robbing behavior that the woman was performing, Kyran stepped forward, but away to not try to appear to aggressive. The act of picking from the dead would already bring more unrest to the souls that have died unlawfully and unfairly. The dead did not need to have more anger above their bones. "However, he speaks truth also. I can vouch that he has not been given a life where sloth and complacency overrules the honor of warriors. He is an honorable, just warrior as much as you are. And as the warrior he is, he would not take more from the dead as you are doing. The dead have already lost enough."
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 8:02 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxKhree`en of Rhenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rhen Barbarian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◆Outfit Picture ◆Location Ashlands ◆Company People ◆Mood Irked Khree'en stopped picking from the cadaver it was one of two that seemed relatively fresh, at least with in the last year if not a little bit longer due to the ashes. Khree'en looked up pointed at Herod as she slowly crouched down, bouncing on her balls of her feet her legs shoulder width apart as she reached down grabbing a necklace that was around the still slightly fleshy neck of the dead woman and pulled a necklace off of the cadaver and put it in her shoe as if trying to emphasize something before she stood back up. The dead don't need it anymore. she said bluntly as she looked at the two before snorting slightly If you two think so. she muttered and crossed her arms, she looked like she wanted to kick the body into the river and let it wash down stream, however she didn't do it, and instead she kept her mouth shut, stareing at them both like they where a little bit insane.
Looking at them both with her dark brown eyes Khree'en couldn't help but raise an eyebrow "Who are you to tell me what is wrong anyway? she asked them, the question was aimed more at Herod then at Kyran but she didn't specify as to whom she was aiming it at. Her eyes though did start to travel as she looked around the ashlands, checking to see if the buck and the fawn had returned but she had no luck as it was still just the three of them standing in a field of ash and bones. Looking back at Herod Khree'en tilted her head slightly "It's not like you need any gold so I don't see why you're complaining. You both look pretty well off to me." she tacked on.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 7:54 am
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"Lethos. Herod Lethos of the Phobian Throne." He'd say while closing his eyes slowly and opening them. His eyes seeing the blade on her back while he putting a hand up onto his hilt. "I am a man who fought through the wars of a heathen to guide my people to a better tomorrow." ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 10:03 am
{Money: $400 EC }xxx {Status: Nervous} xxx {Location: Ashlands} xxx {Outfit: link} ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Kyranxx
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Some believe in fairy stories
And the ghosts that they can't see
I know that I could do so much
If I could just believe in me
Ah, she had another point. Of course it would be strange for complete strangers, obvious not from the area, to be bossing her around. His mouth felt dry; It would be suspicious not to tell who they were. Yet telling the truth may be too dangerous. Herod's identity was something not to flaunt. Guess they would have to lie.. Kyran was just about to make up some terrible lie of being traders when Herod then spoke. The younger brother froze up, absolutely caught off guard that Herod just announced it. Might as well put their heads on a platter basically. Eyes flitting back and forth and how both brother and the woman were resting their hands on their weapons, Kyran did not what else he could do to stop this downwards spiral into a fight.
"And I am Kyran Letho. Now please, before we succumb to useless violence," Kyran continued, creating an emphasis on the word violence. If either became injured, they were a long way off from any help. And he did not want any person to fall to the fate of the ruins underneath their feet. "Who are you to speak with so much disrespect? While we are relieved of your honesty, why must it be so? The city folk contains a whole variety of people. I apologize for whatever the people have put you through, but it is unfair to to treat the entire population as you would treat the scum who treated you so."
Such questions mostly came from Kyran's own naiveté; But he wanted to know. He did not want any sword to be bloodied and it seemed that Herod and this woman were more than comfortable defending their honor. For now, it seemed like stalling was the only way to stop the fight. And yet, why was his own hand resting on the quarterstaff strapped to his back?
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 11:55 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxKhree`en of Rhenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rhen Barbarian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◆Outfit Picture ◆Location Ashlands ◆Company People ◆Mood Irked Khree'en looked at them, letting silence ring for a moment as her eyes darted between the two, listening to their names. Everyone knew the Letho's, According to fairy tails the Letho tribe unified every tribe into the first army Phobos had ever seen. Khree'en had respect for that, whoever didn't have respect for the tribe that had fought so valiantly against the kingdoms were fools- even with Khree'en's lesser intelligence she knew that much. They where the people that had the most men on the throne that they created a literal dynasty, but that didn't overshadow who they where now.
Pressing her lips together so that they where just a thin line on her face "Letho's are strong. They were strong and they tried something good." she said, her words starting out like a compliment However. Everything you have done since has been the act of a traitor." She said, looking over at Kyran "The people of the City are traitors. They gave up everything as soon as they lost. Who they were. Tradition. moons and moons and moons of history they just gave up. she said crossly, making sure to look at Herod, making sure to look into his eyes The throne means nothing to me. It is just a big fancy chair. and big fancy chairs can be stolen. It is just loot. she said to him, pausing for a moment as if she was trying to think.
Taking in a deep breath Khree'en took a piece of leather and started to wrap it around her sword, around the hilt and around the pommel, so it wouldn't slip, the black blade jerking slightly when she tied the leather so it was more secure. She looked up at Herod and Kyran once this was done and put her hands on her hips "Herod Letho means nothing. Kyran Letho means nothing. Kyran and Herod of Letho would mean something, but they are not a tribe anymore. she said, looking over at Kyran as she brought a hand up to the back of her neck to wipe off some of the sweat accumulating under her hair and shaking her hand out "Your fancy words bug me. I am disrespect no one, the city folk are the ones that disrespect. We stay were we are but they keep growing and taking. She said putting her hands once more on her hip "It has nothing to do with how I was treated at the hands of your kin.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 3:51 pm
H E R O D ✹ L E T H O ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ❝..Next to the Throne..❞ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Herod blinked slowly at the woman, his mouth pursed in a frown while his brother spoke. He was a pacifistic young man who Herod, deeply loved. None should be allowed to harm him. Even in disrespect. He didn't like the look in her eyes as he stepped forward. She not only disrespected the name of the many ancestors that he had come from, but the family in which he was raised into, and the people tied to it. His hand hit his chest with an impact that blew ash from around his feet in a slight pulse as he looked to her. "I share no kin to traitors lady of the soot. We are a proud people who honor combat and the strong. Your prejudice is uncanny and uncalled for. And it seems word would not suffice with your code." He'd say to her while walking towards her, until his chest was almost to her's looking down.
"I do not ask respect for my name alone. I ask in the name of the bodies that have fell from my blade. People wounded and saved by my might. I ask, no, tell you to know honor in Phobian warriors. You know nothing of the City seeing you scoff of the name with no evidence." His eyes would blink slowly while kneeling a bit and looking to her. "And if Words do not get to you, we will settle this in a battle of blades, the way of old." He'd call out before tapping his chest once. "From what I know, it was the way to show who was deemed worthy of respect." ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 9:29 pm
{Money: $400 EC }xxx {Status: Nervous} xxx {Location: Ashlands} xxx {Outfit: link} ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Some believe in fairy stories
And the ghosts that they can't see
I know that I could do so much
If I could just believe in me
"With all do respect, we are hoping to change whatever wrongs our people have made." Kyran tried to interrupt, but to not avail. Kyran flinched as the harshness of her words. It was one thing to be disrespectful. But this was beyond. Even he had limits to how much insults is thrown at him. The city people giving up tradition? No, they evolved. That's what learning was all about. The clans, who refused to change, were left behind. While the city folk was like water, the clans were basically being giant stones right now. They wanted to stay in the same place. But there was no reason for the stone to call the water traitors. The world would move on without the clans, whether they like it or not.
His hand tightened around the bracelet he kept around his wrist, trying to stop the anger growing in him. They simply had a difference in opinions. They lived different lives is all. That is why she has such harsh opinions of the people. That is all. He blinked his eyes, releasing a bated breath before speaking again."Please, miss. I understand what has transversed between your people and ours cannot be forgiven with a simple apology. But please, relationships can change between people, and I believe it is possible to change the divide. We are all part of a kingdom that is build upon strength and promise. Is there not a way to see the past and learn from it altogether?" he pleaded.
After the ramble, he looked towards the ground. This was much more talking that Kyran was comfortable with. He would have been content with writing this down, but can the people of the Badlands even read? Or did they reject that also? He glanced up to see Herod advancing towards the woman. Alarm quickly replaced the anger, not quite believing his words. What was Herod thinking? He was going to settle this argument in a fight? At Herod's suggestion, Kyran wanted to stop it. However, it seemed like it may be the only way to get through to this woman. Her aggressiveness and prejudice was understandable, but it was up to people like Herod to forge bonds. "Brother, please, be careful. What you are proposing is more than just a simple brawl." he warned, his voice a higher pitch than normal due to his worry. "I beg you to reconsider this option. I believe Father would have done something different."
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 10:53 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxKhree`en of Rhenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rhen Barbarian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◆Outfit Picture ◆Location Ashlands ◆Company People ◆Mood Irked Khree'en glared at the taller male and she slowly stood up onto her tip toes, still not managing to reach his height with the extra inches provided by her toes. Khree'en looking into his red eyes as she jerked her sword hard enough to cut the extra leather bindings that held it, and the leather loop that she had around the guard, causing both to snap as she held the strange blackstone serrated claymore with one hand Bring it you ugly hearted b*****d she hissed at him, the twin dragons that decorated the tarnished silver guard prominent as the sun touched it, showing the slightly darkened finger markings that had formed due to its prolonged exposure to rotting flesh and bones and snow.
On physical appearance alone Khree'en could tell she wouldn't be able to take on the older man with strength alone, his height and the fact that he was the king of Phobos was no mere title to be trifled with, it was a title earned though power, but that only meant that if she beat him she would be queen...at least that's how she understood it. The way her tribe explained it, the Kings of phobos were chosen because they defeated the former kings...and the reason the sons kings stay on the throne is because no one challenges the power that they might hold, but that just meant that if he was never challenged he was not tested.
As if to emphasize her thoughts she could hear the sound of a horse beating over the ash, the hoofs were softened by the ashes but the sound could still be heard none the less, and the sound of the rider could be heard until they stooped a good 100 feet away. From the distance feminine features could be seen, long brown hair pulled back into at least 50 braids on each side of the head that revealed a fairly narrow face with big light blue eyes and thin lips and a narrow beak like nose. The rider was dressed in a mixture of furs, cloths and various metal pieces, and despite her seemingly angry features she rode no farther and instead opted to watch instead.
Khree'en knew by the face that it was one of the women from her tribe, probably sent to help her bring back any food she had collected but instead came to find Khree'en about to attempt to kick this quote 'Phobian King's' a** into the dirt, which again she would enjoy doing. So Khree'en moved one foot back, leaving a deep gouge in the ashes as she brought her claymore up, the serrated black teeth pointing downward.
killer-wolf-kun OOC: I don't see anyway that she is going to beat him.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 11:12 pm
H E R O D ✹ L E T H O ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ❝..Next to the Throne..❞ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Herod would close his eyes as they glew golden once they opened again. His gaze met with her's as he allowed his hand to adjust his scarf, and grip his blade. His mind didn't mean to block out his brother's attempt to quell the two, but his blade hand was ready it seemed. She drew something that made his eyes squint. The crimson seemed to boil over the gold as he blinked slowly at the mark. It was the symbol of the Queen Aurene. The sword was a relic lost in time, though he knew not of how she received it. His hand slowly drew the steel long sword from his side, not the signature weapon of the man, but a tool none the less.
"Honorable brother...Please be wary. I do not underestimate my opponents." He'd warn while he looked to the new comer. It seemed that if he were to defeat her, the other might step in as well. His eyes locked on the woman as he got into battling position. The stance he took seemed to be laxed while he let his footing grasp the ash. "And we begin." He'd call to the woman as he lifted the blade, waiting a moment for the words to sink in, before swinging at the blade she had, in a first attempt to disarm her. ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 12:02 pm
{Money: $400 EC }xxx {Status: Shocked} xxx {Location: Ashlands} xxx {Outfit: link} ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Kyranxx
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And the ghosts that they can't see
I know that I could do so much
If I could just believe in me
Kyran did not like it. Not at all. After all he tried to say, but the words were cast. That just shows how useless you really are, Kyran. He took a step back to allow room for the battle when he heard the sound of something strange. His senses reached to finally see another figure on a horse in the distance. Although the new addition to this scene did not seem to be a threat, it still brought him on edge. He muttered under his breath some basic prayers to protect Herod, but honestly, it was all he could do now. "Of course, brother." he murmured.
Kyran ended his prayers and resumed the silence. His eyes darted between the two carefully. Then, Kyran noticed that Herod seemed even angrier than before. Why was the crimson melt staining the golden pools of Herod's eyes? It reminded Kyran of father even more.. Temporarily distracted Kyran then finally recognized what Herod was so angered about. The barbarian's blade was familiar to an ancient lost heirloom. A blade as dark as midnight with twin dragons at the hilt. Kyran paid enough attention to history to know the basic story of how it was taken by barbarians or something the lines. Was this woman and her clan responsible for the death of Queen Aurene and her daughter? Once again, his hand clenched on his bracelet. Anger and exhaustion mixed in his mind, weakening his desire for peace. Hopefully, Herod can teach her a lesson.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 2:32 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxKhree`en of Rhenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rhen Barbarian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◆Outfit Picture ◆Location Ashlands ◆Company People ◆Mood Irked Khree'en looked at Herod, watching not his blade but his crimson-gold eyes. She may not be as strong as him, but that didn't account for her culture. The hot air cut and started to move when he swung and she brought the black blade up, turning it in her hands so the serrated edge was turned upward toward his blade. The weight and force for the claymore as it got caught on the teeth of her black blade would force Khree'en down to one knee, but she wouldn't let her eyes leave his as she held her black blade slightly to the side so it hovered over her scarred shoulder.
Her tribe like the rest of Phobos revered strength, and in a world were women were known for being the weaker of the two, just like everyone else she had to find a strength that would help her in battle when brute force failed. Pushing her dominant wrist up in order to cause her sword to move into a diagonal position, putting force behind her blade just before she jerked her blade down, pulling it away from the attacking Claymore, the leg she knelt on collapsed to the side as she felt into the ashes and rolled a few feet to the right before bringing the pommel of her sword horizontally forward in an attempt to deliver a hard blunt blow to his hip.
The visitor would keep the distance, still not drawing any weapon as they seemed content enough to simply watch.
Under Pressure Trait in Effect +6 to chosen Stat
x Strength: 35
x Agility: 17 +6 (Totaling 23)
x Endurance: 13
x Intelligence: 10
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 5:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 10:02 pm
{Money: $400 EC }xxx {Status: Shocked} xxx {Location: Ashlands} xxx {Outfit: link} ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Kyranxx
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Some believe in fairy stories
And the ghosts that they can't see
I know that I could do so much
If I could just believe in me
Kyran stepped further away as ash kicked up in the air. While it seemed Herod had the advantage in terms of strength, it could be also noted that the woman had the vitality to fight. She knew this land better than Herod would, at least, that's why Kyran would think. The woman survived off this land, she most likely knew where the ground was more stable and less slippery from all the dust. Furthermore, the swordsmanship she learned was probably different than the art the Herod learned. While Kyran trusted Herod, all the same, he was afraid that Herod may lose.
After all, if that was truly Queen Aurene's sword that she wielded, than that means that this woman was dangerous. If her ancestry directly interfered with the late queen, then she and her tribesmen would be a threat to Herod and the Letho family. Kyran gripped his arm, noticing the direct hits from both sides. More than anything, he wanted to stop the fight. But it would probably only get worse if he interfered. What else could he do? The other barbarian who was watching from afar was not doing anything. Think, think, think.. What would our siblings, fathers, or mothers do? What would anyone do?!
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 10:51 am
 ✭✮✯✰☆☽ 𝓐𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒂 𝓡𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝓐𝒍𝒆𝒌𝒔𝒆𝒊 ☾☆✰✯✮✭ 𝙼𝔞𝔶𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝙳𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝙴𝔱𝔥𝔢 The ball of light glowed before Ambrosia as she walked through the Ashlands. Her father had finally caved and gave her permission to start exploring the kingdoms as long as she kept notes of the things she learned of the different cultures. She was on her way to explore Phobos when she somehow managed to get lost. Using her powers she hoped her light would guide her either home or to a town...instead it led her to the Ashlands, staking them for her now burned to a crisp home. Chasing the light even further she found herself tripping over a stick...no not a stick, to her horror it was cadaver. A silent scream resonated on her face, but the light kept moving, she had to follow it or she'd be even more lost. Before long she came across a group of people. One was standing back as the other two fought, kicking up dust and disturbing the dead. "This violence has to stop...we've seen enough death as of late..." she half whispered as she stood near but not quite next to the man standing out of the fray...She looked around at the dust flying around them, it blocked the sun just enough that she could...No if she set off her whole power it might only distract one of them and then result in them getting injured badly...
But one might still end up getting hurt or worse...She found herself moving closer to the one on the sidelines...her little ball of light shining brightly. "Pardon me, I know I may be intruding but...is there any way I can help stop this? I would hate to see either injured...we...we've had enough blood shed for this decade..." the ball of light found its way to rest on her hand, illuminating her face, and revealing the worry in her eyes. ✰═━┈ 𝚃𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔞 𝙻𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝙳𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰...𝙸𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔧𝔬𝔟 𝔱𝔬 𝙶𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥┈━═✰ ((Sorry if I'm intruding...it just seemed like such a lively bunch! sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 4:28 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxKhree`en of Rhenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rhen Barbarian
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Khree'en let an irritated little tsk pass her lips as her short brownish-red hair flew across her eyes blinding her slightly as she was pulled, but weather her temporary blindness was a gift or a curse when it came to the big picture it caused her eyes to be cast down just in time to see the hilt of the claymore headed for her stomach, and if it wasn't for her speed she would have been on the ground gasping for breath, but lucky for her she saw the move and just as she felt the very top end of the hilt touch her stomach she was able to pull her sword down and instead of feeling the hilt of Herods claymore hit her with the brute blunt impact it would have had, she instead felt the pain more evenly distribute as the hilt smashed into the blade of her sword, forcing the serrated edge to press into her torso, biting into her skin and causing its black nightmare stained teeth to p***k her skin and draw out four or five beads of blood from the teeth running across her torso.
Khree'en moved one of her hands to her blade while the other held onto the grip as she attempted to push away the pommel of Herod's blade, but her main handicap right now...was her hair, still shading her eyes and giving her only mere glimpses of the man she was fighting, she didn't even see the new comer that had come to watch, didn't even hear her either- she was to fixated on the fight that she felt loss coming from to soon.
Taking a few deep hard and rapid breaths though her clenched teeth, Khree'en attempted to focus- as best as she could while long brown fur tipped slightly grey quickly started to grow from her left arm along with the elongation and darkening of her nails as they thickened, curved, and hardened. The fur would travel up her left arm to her neck and down her torso as her body grew larger in girth and a lot more fuzzy. Twin ears popping up from the curve or her head, her jaw becoming larger as her skull grew to at least double in size to accommodate the bigger, sharper teeth, her nose changing to a snout with a large muzzle as her entire body became the shape, weight and look of a large female bear, her eyes still looking human despite the rest of her bodily changes, her sword no longer within her ability to use as she knocked the black blade up into the air and toward the passive clans woman, causing the blade to embed itself into the ground just a few feet from the clans woman's horse, keeping the treasured blade well enough out of the way of the two Letho prince's and the new comer.
Khree'en snorted though her large snout as she brought her large fuzzy paw down toward the King.
Under Pressure Trait in Effect +6 to chosen Stat
x Strength: 35
x Agility: 17 +6 (Totaling 23)
x Endurance: 13
x Intelligence: 10
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