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 Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 2:23 pm
Gallion
Legend of Garnoff
As the Elite Silver Knight began to make his way towards the city square, intent on hearing his true king's new decree, though Skyron would speak if for Oban, the legendary knight of Garnoff spied upon a lone paladin, standing before a peculiar man. The streets were bright with the mid day sun high in the sky, yet there were many shadows for these paladins to search out their prey after all. No city was pure, thus Gallion was proud to find one of those committed to justice within the realm.
"I believe he seems to be doing no harm my lady." Gallion spoke to the armored individual. "Perhaps you'd rather accompany me to the city square?" The knight seldom offered to accompany anyone aside from the king to any place, but this day he felt as if something good were about to happen, and perhaps this young woman would be willing to enjoy the day with him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 2:41 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer  Upon hearing the whole speech as the wooden throne was thrown aside, Chris stared in silence as the supposed 'false heir to the throne' showed everyone who really was the heir. Not only that, but he spoke about how now, because he wasn't the true heir, the city would become similar to Doko's, a name the wanderer was partly familiar with. Well... regardless of whatever came about from this, it wasn't Chris' problem to deal with. If there was to be internal conflict such as what he was seeing, then it would probably be better for him to either sit back or simply leave. Still, he had a small interest in what was happening here, and thus he chose to sit in silence and listen more...
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 2:59 pm
Issimenna Sorrian  Rather than follow in Oban's footsteps, Menna reach around till she was at the entrance of the platform. The guard looked at her doubtfully, but no one made any move to stop her. Everyone knew she had dengen ability, but no serious amount of training. She watched in horror as Skyron decreed Lucheston a traitor. She wished she'd been born in Garnoff, so she would have significance to the people. But most of the respect she had came from the Silver Knights and she doubted that would be enough to sway the people.
She walked out, people were hardly looking at her as they were all staring at Oban in anger. In fact she was at Skyron's side, looking out at the populace. "This is a mistake." She spoke without looking at him. "You forget there was another reason for this ploy." She finally looked at him. "It will not take my father long to seize the city. Your guard can protect you, but without Oban's military knowledge, Garnoff will fall. You will be a king of nothing." She looked to Oban, feeling nervous. She made eye contact with one of the Silver Knights, who motioned for her to leave. She frowned, but left the platform. Elle was standing there nervously.
"Do you remember what we practiced?" She asked vaguely, wary of the Hunters still glancing at her. Elle nodded. "We may have to use it. Do you remember what to do?" Elle nodded again, nearly shaking in her anxiety. Menna looked out at the platform, knowing full well what was about to happen. She wanted to be there for her husband, but she'd be more of a distraction than a help. She turned and walked down the hall, Elle gratefully falling in step behind her.There was a coup coming and she doubted she'd be treated with anymore kindness than Oban.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 2:22 pm
Oban Sorrian "Skyron! You know well father wishes only the best for his people!" Oban roared as he lectured his sibling. "Then why did he treat them as children? Why did he betray their trust?" At his words the people seemed to become more and more enraged, feeling as if the fires of revolution burned within, without realizing they would place upon the throne he who would only leave a stain upon it's fabric and it's people. Some reached out, attempting to pass by the Silver Knights in order to strike a blow at their true heir, but even Skyron would not allow this. "Hold your hatred from my brother people of Garnoff. For it was not he who placed this ruse within your lives." The foul prince then took upon him a calm, and somehow wise appearing expression then. "He shall only pay for his one error...for listening to the man who has mistreated the people of this fair city. He shall be put to work as the Titan of Garnoff should...a soldier. I hear by sentence him to serve indefinitely upon the desert fronts of Dragon's Breath." An uproar of approval erupted violently from the crowd, applause filling the still air as they cheered on their honest king. On ques, the red knights stepped down from the platform to seize the fallen heir, and forcefully escort him from the eyes of the people to join the desert front. As the head Hunter moved in to claim the king to be however, another stepped in his path. "My lord shall not be taken!" The lead Silver Knight announced, utilizing a dengen push to thrust back the front row of Hunters as he drew his glinting sword. In response, a man from the rear hunter ranks atop the raised stone knelt upon the platform, taking aim as a red crossbow formed from energy within his palms. A single shot into the Silver Captain's torso and the poor loyal soldier dropped away, turning to embers within his suit. A bolt lightning crossed over the group to strike from the silver nights, and another Hunter was launched away by a sudden rise of the earth, all appeared to occur within a matter of seconds, but soon a powerful force halted their movement entirely. "Stop!" Oban roared, holding both hands before him. Glancing at each group of soldiers before turning to pick up the helm of the fallen captain, the young lord himself knelt. "I shall not have Garnoff's men slain by their own...." The order was softly spoken, but clear of intent. As the Hunters recollected themselves, moving to collect Oban as well, the prince asked one last question of his vile brother. "You had everything, a family, comrades, home, food....what could you possibly gain from this?"With eyes that glinted of greed Skyron dropped low so as to speak to his brother at eye level without dropping from the platform. With a whisper he replied. "Father told me that I should know that the throne would never be my own... yet here and now it is. My brother....I have gained a kingdom." His hot breath reeked of his putrid soul as he spoke the words. Unfortunately before Oban could retort to the foolish logic, the Hunters clasped their hands about him to drag him away. Even with the plating of their helmets set down to cover their expressions, it was clear that the Silver Knights stuck to their orders with bitterness in their hearts.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 5:24 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer There was no way that the wanderer knew the whole story behind what was just seen with his own eyes, but what he did get stemmed from an emotion he knew all too well to bring ruin around others. Jealously... If he had to guess, then the 'evil guy' of this scenario was the man rallying the people, whereas the 'good guy' was the male being taken away to a place known as Dragon's Breath... Of course, it was not the idea of a power struggle that intrigued him, but the title of which the male had been given. 'Titan of Garnoff'... Was he actually strong enough to hold such a name, or was he like so many others and would fall just as easily? His thoughts slipped away from him as he watched the male get dragged away, his blank gaze studying the features of the 'prisoner', so to speak. With that, he took a stand and left the square via an alleyway...
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 11:35 pm
Issimenna Sorrian Menna was walking down a hall as the commotion finally turned to a full eruption. She stopped, helpless to turn away as Skyron announced his decree. He was intelligent, making the villain not his opponent to the throne but the one who'd put the opposition in place. "Intelligent for one so foolish." She murmured. Her heart twisted in her chest as the Hunters began to drag Oban away. But there was nothing she could do and nothing to be gained from running out there. She watched as a clash between the Silver Knights and the Hunters began, eyes widening. But Oban diffused the situation and went along quietly. A single tear made it's way down her cheek. But she would not be long in following. She turned on her heel and began walking again, a new purpose. Elle was wise enough to wait till they were in her chambers to speak.
"Your Highness, you can't mean to follow him." Elle said fearfully. Menna shook her head. "No, not yet. All my life I've been a princess, far too pampered for Dragon's Breath." She began digging through the trunk at the foot of her bed and pulled out plain maids clothes, just Elle's size. "And I shall never be a soldier." Elle wrung her hands, eyes constantly moving to the door. "What will you do? Where will you go?" She asked in a whisper. Menna stood up and gave her a long look. "Elle, you've been a better lady-in-waiting than every palace brat I've dealt with before. But I can't risk your safety by telling you. People will want to know where I am. I am certain Skyron is preparing an annulment as we speak. He is a fool, but he's a greedy one. He will want to keep the treaty with Doko and the only way it will happen now is if he makes the farce marriage into a real one." And being king he could arrange it so she had no say in the matter.
Menna moved quickly, changing into the maid's clothes. Lastly, she reluctantly removed the wedding ring, threading it onto a string of leather and tying it around her neck. It settled beneath the dress, reassuring against her skin. Elle helped her braid her hair in the way the smaller girl often wore it. She took a deep breath, turning to look at Elle. "Are you ready?" Menna asked. Elle nodded hesitantly. "You know what to do."
It wasn't very long after the proclamation that a Silver Knight walked with purpose towards the Queen, er...princess's chambers. The disgust in his features was barely disguised. There was a parchment in his hand, written in the shaky hand of a priest intimidated by those much stronger than him. This hereby decrees that the marriage of Prince Oban Sorrian to Princess Issimenna Shuekta Lotrius is null and void... It was evident as he knocked on the door that he'd much rather not be doing this task, but had no choice in the matter. But as the door opened, he was surprised to find only the lady's timid maid standing in the door, looking on the verge of tears. "She's run off." The girl sobbed. "She wants to follow Oban to Dragon's Breath. Oh please, you have to help me find her. She'll die, I know it." The Silver Knight nodded and motioned for the girl to lead. She did so.
The Knight was a newer recruit by the name of Mikal. Younger than most Silver Knights, he'd managed to join the illustrious group through a keen mind. He noticed there were moments where the girl almost seemed to correct her walk, walking now and then with the grace of someone who was used to being followed. Like all Silver Knights, he'd heard the stories of the Grand Princess's deeds against the Elemental, taking on the appearance of Skyron to distract the creature and give Oban the victory. The more he watched the supposedly timid girl in front of him, the more assured he became that the girl was more noble than obedient.
"I don't see her." The girl's eyes were filling with feigned tears. Mikal knew this was his moment. What better way to show his loyalty than to help the heir to the throne's wife? "We shall have to call in reinforcements then." He said with absolute certainty. He called to the Hunters around them, announcing the princess was attempting to flee. The Hunters, as well as some Silver Knights, rushed to close off any exit. The girl's eyes widened in desperation. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Never fear, Your Highness. They don't know the grounds as well as some." The girl's eyes widened, proving his assumption. He marched forward, indicating she should follow. Out from the square, into the dizzying maze of the villagers houses, passing by Hunters talking in loud, frustrated tones. Soon they moved to a poorer, quieter part of town. Still Mikal didn't slow until they came to the wall of the city. There was a small hole in the side, just big enough for the girl's frame.
"There's a small, nameless village down the road. Lucheston has kept them safe from barbarians without demanding taxes and they are very loyal in return. I am certain they already know of your deeds and they will hide you until nightfall. But what will you do?" As much bravery as she had shown, the Dragon's Breath was not for the fainthearted. "A man does not need a nagging wife following him." She said with a sly smile. "But no one turns down a dengen master." With that, she slipped through the hole and disappeared. Mikal returned to aiding the search. It was only a short time later that it was discovered the princess had somehow managed to escape and bands of men, Hunters and Knights alike, were sent out to find her.
Menna, still in the guise of Elle, managed to make it to the village in time. She was afraid she'd have to turn back to Menna, a dangerous thought, but the sight of the wedding ring was enough. A kind farmer offered her shelter and hiding in the safety of his barn and supplies for the road ahead, including a walking staff. She laid in the hay, staring up at the ceiling and trying not to think of how long it would be until she could find Oban and help reclaim the city.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 6:47 pm
West Gates of Garnoff "Pordas....Pordas, are you awake?" Sketz asked his fellow guardsmen. "Your starin off inta the city. You cant be sleepin like ya did back in training." The Silver Knight pressed for an answer. Jabbing a finger at his friend's plated armor, Sketz finally drew the attention of his seemingly lost comrade. "It's him...Lord Oban." Pordas announced gawking through his beard as his broad face turned to greet Sketz. The rather more thin fellow responded to Pordas's sudden discovery by widening his eyes and nearly leaping over the wall as he attempted to glance at the brave Titan of Garnoff. "Where's e' at Das, where?!" The silver Knight asked frantically. Grabbing him by the shoulder piece, and pulling him back over to the proper side of the short wall, Pordas gave the man a stare straight into the eyes of his comrade, a gaze which held an ominous seriousness to it. "The one in the cage..." He replied, his voice shaking with anger as they realized that Hunters surrounded this escort. Sketz nearly tore his helm from his head to roar down at the red wearing soldiers, nearly swearing his heart out to spit down onto the Hunters for doing such a thing to royalty. As the escort came closer however, they could see four knights clad in silver armor, each carrying a portion of the cage while their prince sat immobile in it's center. *** "Your going to serve Olan well at the desert front your highness." A Hunter chuckled near by, the Silver Knights taking up the burden of their heir as they lifted the cage from the earth. Oban's chains clanked together as the cage rattled from the bouncing motion of their uneven path, it was as if Skyron had chosen for the fallen lord to take the route for just this purpose. As the Hunter stepped further from the cage, the disheartened men marching on, Oban refused to even acknowledge the remark. The path was not of the common stone streets of the city. These were the streets of dirt and worn grass. These were the streets of those who cared little for the appearance of their home, or perhaps had simply not given effort to lift themselves from the poverty highly enough to pave such a road. The boots issued to each Silver Knight were covered in the dust and mud of the varying paths which curved about the housings and became so narrow at times that the Hunters would need to take guard only at the forward and rear areas of the group. Eventually however, through the grueling trip which would have collapsed most men, the Silver Knights managed to carry their desired king to the west gate. There two men atop the collasal wall addressed them. "For what reason do you carry the prince of Garnoff, lord Oban in a cage?" They questioned, furry giving edge to their words. They roared down into the group, all eight Hunters feeling as if they would need prepare for a battle with the shear rage that the guard commander had mustered into his voice. Before the Head Hunter could spit his words out however, one of the Silver Knights returned the message with an answer. "King Skyron has decreed that former King Lucheston has betrayed the citizens of Garnoff and is to be taken to dungeon upon return. Lord Oban, as a partner of this deception was sentenced to serve at the desert front in Dragon's Breath. Lord Oban requests that no blood of Garnoff be spilled over the matter." His voice shook with the words, perhaps from the great weight he'd assisted in carrying through half the city...perhaps it was a weight of another kind which burdened him. All the while, Oban remained unmoving, his head still bowed so that none could see his eyes. "Open the West Gates!" The Head Hunter commanded. Pordas and Sketz hesitated for that moment, for they knew that Oban was no traitor, they knew this was wrong, but Oban had requested that they not fight their fellow citizens of Garnoff.... Staring down at the escort the leading Hunter roared his command once more. "Open the West Gates by order of King Skyron!" At that time, Oban Sorrian looked up at the two men standing above the barrier. His eyes held no grief, no self pity, no lack of hope, no sadness. With a short and small nod, something none noticed but the two above, Oban too ordered his men to oblige. "Open the gates!" Pordas called to his men, the sounds of wood and metal cranking with the tension of countless ropes. As the West Gates opened before them, Oban again bowed his head. Though he held no smile upon his face...he was far from broken by Skyron's treachery. *** " It's not right..." Pordas muttered that evening, having paced the grounds time and time again. " Not him....not him, he saved my family!" The captain yelled out, catching himself a moment later to return to a whisper. "When my wife was having another child, and with all the repairs I had to make to my home, I couldn't afford to feed my family the crumbs snatched by the rats. Then lord Oban came along, saw that his Silver Knight was in trouble and he took off his own ring, his royal Garnoff family ring, put it in my palm and whispered to me. Just promise you'll feed the child first." the captain fumed, throwing down an empty mug from a nearby lounging table. " Shut your Knoxing trap, I know they took the wrong guy. Who do you think taught me how to use a sword?" Sketz proclaimed. "B efore Oban came down to the armory I woulda been hackin at my enemies like a piece a wood, not knowing how to protect ma self." The Silver Knight admitted, placing his head between his palms. A moment passed where nothing was said, for both men knew equally well just how badly they would need Lord Oban to hold the throne when the time came. Nothing could ease the discomfort however, for their heir was already on his way to Dragon's Breath. " We have to do something....." Pordas proclaimed, turning over to Sketz as he removed his helm. " We have....to do something."
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 8:15 pm
Issimenna Sorrian Menna was at an impasse as she busied herself getting ready in the morning. The farmer was all kindness, despite fear of the new king. And while he might not have known her for royalty, save for the ring, there were those that would recognize her. They would recognize Elle as well. She needed to disguise herself as someone Skyron would not know. Fortunately, her ladies-in-waiting were unknown to the young tyrant. So she chose the slim Nanette. The girl was even smaller than Elle and the clothes fit loosely on the frame. The farmer, a man whose name she learned was Tomas, offered her an old cloak of his wife's to keep her warm and shield her face when necessary. When she attempted to thank him, he shook his head. "This is no charity." The man said gravely. "I want to assist the king and his heir in anyway possible." Menna nodded gravely, pulling the cloak around her shoulders.
She walked down the road, feeling nearly sick to her stomach. By her own admission she'd been pampered her entire life. She wasn't prepared to be on her own on the road. But there was no other choice. So she pulled the cloak tighter around herself and kept her head down. There were few travelers on the road and none that could recognize her. Still, she was uneasy. The wedding band around her neck was both a comfort and a source of paranoia. If it was discovered, she was doomed to be Skyron's wife.
Her only thought was the Fountain of Mastery. She'd heard stories about the great dengen masters there. Rokan often told her about it, mostly to explain how real dengen wielders went about things. She needed a master. A real master, one that would teach her every facet about bone dengen, not train her specifically for his own purpose. As she thought of that, she wondered what Rokan must be doing in her absence. She was certain whatever he had planned included her. Would he come after her? Drag her back? She also thought of Elle. The girl was so nervous. Menna was terrified of what Skyron would do to the girl if it was found out she'd helped the princess escape.
In a much shorter time than she would have thought, she found herself at the western gate. It was one thing to enter the gate with a royal procession along with the entire royal family. It was another thing to be a lone traveler. She looked up, noting with relief the Silver Knight uniforms. But then she noticed a group of Hunters walking back from the gate. She froze, staring at the ground. "You there!" One called out. The moved forward at a quick pace. Menna took a large step back, realizing her mistake a moment too late. The fear in her eyes was reflected in the leering face of the Hunter. "What's a pretty young girl like you doing out on the road?" Menna took a deep breath. "I'm leaving." She said bluntly, furiously trying to think of a story that sounded plausible. "My family has disowned me. I have to go, I can't stay here." The guards moved forward till she was surrounded. She wasn't so sheltered that she didn't hear of the horror stories of what happened to a girl alone on an abandoned road.
"Disowned you?" The lead Hunter shook his head tsking. "That's unfortunate. Luckily for you, we have a barracks filled with soft beds and warm bodies." Her heart was racing. If she didn't reveal herself, she would end up a nameless, faceless wretch. But if she did, she'd be Skyron's wife by sundown and everything she'd done would have been for naught. She looked up at the gates, seeing a flash of silver. She'd never considered herself one that needed rescue, but she prayed for someone to step up to her aid.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 8:43 pm
(You have a post to respond to. Please read Gallion Legend of Garnoff above 3nodding )
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 11:39 am
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer The whole spectacle of the day continued to play through Chris' mind as he spent the rest of the daytime exploring the city. He had seen the look of the people, their faces contorted with anger and betrayal. He had seen the actions and reactions of those 'Silver Knights' and the other faction start a civil war. He had even seen the man, the supposed new King, having stepped in to fight the inner fight, yet resigned himself to this treachery. Would he live? Not a question that Chris would typically ask himself, but this man seemed to warrant it. More importantly to him came another question, one that required time and effort to think about: Should he get himself involved?...
When evening had come around, Chris had bought himself a room for the night, though he was once again back outside and around the city. With the way it looked to him, he was going to need to take a job again, for the sake of traveling money. While he didn't care about the particular concern, logic was overpowering his sense of uncaring on this one. At this point at night, though, all he cared about at the moment was to simply locate the businesses, memorizing their locations for easy traversing at the following morning. It was during this determined path that he had heard a yell not too far from his spot. Turning his head, he saw two of those Silver Knights speaking about that imprisoned man, Oban. He had... grown tired of this indecision of who was right and who was wrong. It was time to learn a few answers.
With that, he approached the two Knights. Despite being still armed with his blade, it would be noticeable that he had no intention of fighting. His words, on the other hand, might have come across as such... "If you have to do something, then do it. If you can't think and decide for yourself without someone ordering you to do it, then you're not worthy enough to be a follower."
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 3:10 pm
As a citizen approached the two guards, something which was against regulations for the Silver Knights to allow without question, Sketz nearly leaped from his chair to ask of the wanderer's purpose....but then again, Sketz wasn't feeling much like he should uphold duties to a king he could not serve.
"You're right," Sketz replied to the man carrying such a large blade. "We have to do something, and it's not a question of if we'll do it, or when we'll do it....it's a question of what we'll do...." Sighing the guard placed his head back into his hands, trying to find an answer to the very same question. Pordas held a blank stare for a moment, but soon this gaze turned to one of rage and defiance.
"No! We know what we have to do. I will not serve Skyron no matter how long he wears that crown. I'm going to fight this. I'm going to fight this and I'm going to put Oban back where he belongs, no matter how long it's going to take!" Pordas proclaimed, the captain firmly set upon this motion.
"But ya can't just rush in and throw Skyron off 'is seat can ya?" Sketz asked skeptically. To this the Silver Captain turned to face his good friend and asked a question of his own.
"Do you know why they shoot flaming arrows over a castle's wall instead of into it?" Sketz shook his head at the question, thinking that the obvious answer was not the point of his captain's question. "It's because they do more damage when the fire is on the inside....Thank you stranger, and might I ask that you not speak a word of this to those red armored roaches." Pordas asked of Chris. " I don't think they'll like the idea of starting a resistance so much."
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 4:02 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer Silently standing there as the two Knights bickered amongst themselves of what they should do, Chris eventually figured that, from what the more agitated one had said, there would be a resistance on the move. It was interesting how certain words could provoke certain reactions, though it wasn't something he had expected with emotionless words. Nodding slightly at the man's request, Chris then turned his back to the two.
"You needn't worry about that... I would only suggest something like this because... this new King of yours is less than suitable for the throne." With that, he walked off to leave the two Knights alone. In a way, though, he figured that the best way for a resistance to form would be from Oban to return... How long would that be, though, was not his concern. For now, he would return to his room and ponder on whether he should stay to help this resistance, or to simply leave and continue his travels.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 5:22 pm
Issimenna Sorrian Eventually Menna decided to do the only thing she could do: play along. She walked along, with one of the Hunters on either side. Think, Menna, think. She urged herself. She tripped slightly on the uneven road. Her eyes widened with realization. She walked a few more steps before tripping again, this time in a bigger gesture. "Ow!" She said loudly, falling forward. The Hunter to her right caught and steadied her. "Clumsy wench." The Hunter muttered. He picked her up and kept walking. But even with his strength the others quickly moved ahead, assured that everything was in good order.
"Put me down, please." She begged desperately. "Please, I need to...relieve myself." He looked down at her incredulously, but he did as she asked. She moved over to a clump of bushes, pretending to limp. The Hunter glanced at his companions, still moving onward, before staring at her. Her eyes widened. "Don't watch!" She cried. The man shook his head and turned around. She grabbed her walking stick and moved forward slightly. She'd never acted violently against another person, but there wasn't another option. She raised her walking stick and brought it down on his head repeatedly. The man fell forward, crumpling to the ground. She spent a long moment, staring down at the unconscious man, wondering how she could have managed such a thing. After a moment of searching she found a dagger. She was unskilled in weaponry, but this world had already proven to be too dangerous to go without.
She glanced between the dagger and the fallen man. He would know there was something strange about her. Should she end it now? She raised it up and held it there for a moment...then brought it down. She wasn't capable of killing another, not yet. And not like this. All he'd seen was a borrowed face. She could easily pick another. She slipped the dagger into her boots and moved on. It wasn't long before she came back into view of the gate, this time coming closer to see the guards. There were no Hunters this time, although she was sure they would be coming back. She moved quickly, praying she could just slip through and move onward.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 5:41 pm
Tallaraual Zauarn
The Survivor Tallara walked into the city of Garanoff. Also known as the 'Glowing city' to most others. She was glad she was only passing through this place. She didn't think that the humans could stand having such a dark being in their perfect, and bright little city. Even though she couldn't see the people around her she could feel the odd looks she was getting from the people she passed. She followed the smell of alcohol and body odor to the nearest tavern. She needed a place to rest after walking for so long.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 11:40 am
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer As Chris managed to find his way back to the inn he had chose to stay the night at, his eyes caught sight of an unusual factor within the city. Dark colored skin... silvery white hair... and a look about her that said back off... There was not a doubt in his mind as to what she was. Some would have called her beautiful, as her physical appearance could have attracted nearly any man. Some would have called her dangerous, for their own reasons... Chris, however, could not say what he figured her to be. And right now, that didn't matter to him in the slightest. Taking his gaze off of the woman, he entered the building on his right and, with a slight nod to the innkeeper, made his way up the stairs and off to his room.
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