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Flynn MacCumhaill Captain
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 Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 5:05 am
When it became clear that the woman bore no ill-intent, -- for the moment, at least -- she plunged the sword back into the snow, and dropped again to her knees opposite the woman.
The hairs on the back of her neck prickled as the woman did -- what, magic? Magic, surely. Rachael had never seen any such thing before, but this seemed close enough to what she had imagined magic to be.
She sat silently, enthralled by the glow, then laughed nervously once it had well and truly faded. "Well, that was a fair bit faster than my way," she observed, her voice deadened by the snow-laden air and her muffler.
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 5:11 am
 The child, now somewhat confused by the sudden warmth in his chest, opened his eyes a little wider and peered up at the blurry image of the figure. No wait, figures. There were two dark blurs against the stark white blur. The child's frail body began to gently shiver once more as the warmth began to fade, weak muscles attempting to move to keep the warmth spreading through his weak body. Behind the cloaked figure and Rachael the wind began to weaken, every so often picking up a big clump of snow and throwing it high into the air. The blizzard was beginning to pass.
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 5:23 am
Crimson hues lifted to the girl in front of her. The shadow from the cloak hiding her blank expression. Her eyes soon turned back to the child as she noted his eyes opening. Knowing that she could bear with teh cold, she removed the cloak and draped it across the boy in one swift motion. Her beauty truly showing through.
With her jet-black hair blowing with the wind and across her torso, the crimson optics that seemed blank but still with a hint of light to them being highlighted by the creamy-pale skin she had.
Underneath the cloak, she wore dark clothing as well. With a black long-sleeved shirt that tcame to a point at her middle finger, a piece of fabric wrapped around her slender fingers to be sure that the sleeve stayed in place. Over the long-sleeved shirt, she had a short sleeved one which was black and red and was intricate in it's design. Two belts pulling the fabric to her form at her waist. Her pants were black as well, the fabric falling straight down from her hips to her feet, wearing black boots that seemed to remain silent when she walked.
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 5:28 am
The wind almost caught the cloak as the elf swung it around, almost pulling it away and from her hands, although in the end it layed quite flate across the child's body. The child made a small noise in response to the fabric against his skin, squinting at the two blurs above him. It was as if he couldn't see them at all.
The wind behind the elf and the human continued to slowly die down. Within half an hour it would have completely stopped, leaving way for a brief moment of peace called the calm. It happened once a week, where nature seemed to stop for an hour, sometimes even a day. It would have been a good time to make camp, although in truth the city of Isyl-Belyrith was not at all far away anymore. A wisened traveller would spot the Pylon at the left of the road soon and know that it would only take another three hours to get there at a steady walk.
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 12:23 pm
"We should take the boy to Isyl." The woman said in a soft, emotionless, tone as she stood up, taking the child with her in her arms. Her raven locks moving with the rapid winds. Her crimson hues scanning around and spotting the Pylon.
Without another word, she turned on her heel and began to head towards the road. What the human did was not what mattered to her. What mattered was the boy in her arms. She could not just abandon a fellow elf, yet alone a small child. Teh woman was able to take care of herself. She was sure to hold the child close to her, wanting some of her body heat to transfer to him as well. Hoping that he would be better soon .
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 12:25 am
"Hey, hey, hey, wait up a second," Rachael began, snatching the sword out fo the snow and swinging it back over her shoulder, as she trotted to catch up with the crimson-eyed elf. "How much further is it to Isyl? I need to get to Isyl..."
The flurry of her movements had worked her muffler loose, and a fine-featured face was revealed. High cheekbones gave way to big green eyes, set under delicately arching eyebrows and a narrow forehead. Her nose made a set with her eyebrows: dainty and straight, and her lips were similarly delicate, if a little thin. Here and there, red curls tried to escape the confines of the tatterdemalion fur hood. It was certainly a striking face, if too narrow across the jaw and slender in the cheeks to be classically beautiful.
The other woman's words finally registered through the impression of her actions. "...We?" she puzzled, mostly to herself. How could someone indicate such contrary ideas at the same time? Her body language certainly had no 'we' about it...
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Flynn MacCumhaill Captain
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 12:39 pm
The woman let out a heavy sigh as she continued walking. Still not even bothering to slow her pace for the other to catch up to. "I said 'we' out of habit." She informed her, her tone still emotionless and careless as her feet continued to make no sound against the newly fallen snow.
Her crimson hues peering about ahead of her. Her eyes were intent on getting to Isyl. There. THere was where everything would be better for her. SHe would start a new life. Help this boy first and then find out his family. BUt she was still a bit concerned for her own sake. Even if, now, it was more concern for the boy .
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 8:07 pm
"Hey!" Rachael protested, trotting a few paces behind the woman. "You didn't answer my question! How far are we from Isyl?"
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Flynn MacCumhaill Captain
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:04 am
She gave a shrug. "Follow and you will find out." She said, the same monotone and emotionless tone from before. Not really wanting to answer her question. She did not know exactly how long until she was there, only knowing that it was not too far. MAybe three hours walk.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 3:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 3:38 pm
 The woman turned her attention to the boy in her arms. Giving a very brief smile to him, continuing to hte gates. She moved the boy onto one of her arms as her right hand slipped into a pocket, pulling out an apple to feed the boy. It was the easiest thing she had access to with her powers. Not that she made it conspicuous that she used magic only a few may notice. "Here. Eat this." She whispered softly to the boy, her tone showing the kindness she held.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:54 pm
Rachael trudged despondently along behind the woman. The sun was hot enough to make her feel uncomfortably warm and squishy. She had cast off her hood, and her thick, curly red hair had become decidedly frizzy as the sun boiled the damp out of it. Steam was half-heartedly coiling off her damp clothing, and her scabbard had become dry enough for her to deem it safe to sheath her sword.
If she had pockets, her hands would be shoved in them as she marched through the icy slurry forming on the road.
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Flynn MacCumhaill Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:31 am
 Up ahead of the two, well, three travellers a great forest began to rise from the horizon to the left. A tall watchtower rose out from the ground, almost camoflagued completely with it's surroundings because of the blizzard. But the snow was now slowly slipping off the thatched square tilted roof in great heaps. Flurries of snow falling heavily to the ground.The horizon, as it neared, gave way to a steep five foot drop of the road before it winded away down the shallow hill that leveled off as it neared the city gates.
To the left of the great city stood the Forest of Ancients and a few frozen over farms and barns. To the right of the city was a small copse of trees and a stretch of farming land and fields of livestock and horses. The fields looked abandoned, one of the barns that was the farthest out looked burnt out and crumbling.
In the middle stood the great city itself with its tall and new outer wall that surrounded the still growing city. A few buildings had been built outside of this outer wall, the population spilling over its limit. At the far side of the city, unviewable from the crest of the hill, was the newest wall that enclosed another section of the city that had spilled out of the second wall. Within the outer wall stands the old sector of the city and the castle itself, surrounded by the original wall. The only straight road was the one leading from the outer gate, through the old gate and to the castle, the other roads and buildings spilling about the castle in all kinds of directions.
At the foot of the 15' watchtower was the watchmen seeming trying to console a small child. He was crouched in front of the 4' child attempting to get her to stop crying and even trying to give it some of his food that was his only meal of the day, a slice of bread. His bow was slung across his back, his quiver at his left hip. His tunic underneath leather armour was blue, the navy blue that signified him as the home guard of Isyl-Belyrith, the archer's regiment.
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The boy in the woman's arms peered at the piece of fruit, weakly lifting his hands up to take it. Had he the strength he would have taken it eagerly and instantly bitten into it. Unfortunately he lacked the strength to even bite into it, merely holding the fruit at his open mouth as it taunted him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 4:53 am
Scarlette peered down at the boy in her arms. Sighing slightly as she knew an apple was not a good idea for him. She blinked at the boy before her crimson hues turned up to the man at the foot of the watchtower.
Slowly, she walked towards the man. Her face remaining the same emotionless expression as always. Raven locks covering most of her elegant features which made her teh true beauty she is. "Excuse me sir." She said in a calm and smooth tone. Her eyes never leaving the man, even if she had taken a look at the girl.
She peered at the small girl, bending down slightly at her hips and ebign sure to not drop the child in her arms. "Hello sweetie..." She said, a warm smile forming to her lips and her tone changing to a comforting one. "I know what you would like. How about a nice rose? Hmm? A rose for a beautifule girl like you?" she suggested, still smiling at the small child in hopes to help out the guard and, truth be told, teh crying was already beginning to get to her. She hated it when people cried.
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