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 Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 8:12 pm
He sat down."where is the excitement...the good parts..fights...i even ask for fights...wow..." he said shakeing his head with a sigh.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 10:09 pm
"I fear I will only prove more of a hindrance Issildia, and I do not wish this upon you." He whispered to himself, and rode in the back of the group. He felt abated and deserted, his nightmares creeping back into his mind.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 9:46 am
"You are no hindrance," Issildia said tiredly as they continued onwards, "Forgive me if I seem ill mannered, but I do not favor leaving Faltora any more than any of you do, and we are all exhausted mentally to the extent that we might not all be thinking clearly. But for now we must push that aside and simply survive until we find this Marley character."
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 10:30 am
Archer remained silent, as he pushed his horse into a full gallop, pulling ahead of the group. He stayed close to his horse, as if he were being pursued, but slowed slightly to remain in the front of the group.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 10:42 am
Issildia shook her head dismally at his reaction, utterly tired of having to hold the group together. At least Khastur had yet to exhibit any emotional distress, she thought to herself. But then again, one could never tell with him, Issildia found it difficult to get a read on him, more so than the others.
But at least he seemed to be able to deal with his own problems on his own, for that Issildia was thankful, for she could not take much more of the mood that everyone seemed to be in.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 10:50 am
Dark emotions such as anger and despair filled Archer's mind. How could Issildia order him around? wasn't he the one who came with her? Surely he must have been confused, for now she seems to have been in control the whole time. He was more afraid of another thing however. The demon in him, and the nightmares that now were coming back after so many years. He hoped he would not fall to them while on this quest, for he would rather be slain than keep them from rescuing Kierdon from Reinsen.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 1:09 pm
Khastur sighed, everyone was in a state of hysteria sure, but it would only get worse-- to live in solitude Marley lived in the middle of a woods; enchanted with a befuddling magic that could sense and only worsen emotions like fear, anger, and worry. Khastur closed his mind and tried to balance, set his evil with his good. Khastur looked up, a storm was brewing-- not good; navigating through these parts was hard enough already.. Khastur breathed in deep and let out a great yell "Marley! Marley!"
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"It would seem your starry-eyed pupil has returned-- can you not hear him?" spoke the sword, Marley stood up "What are you trying to pull? That Khastur himself is down fighting the bad guys, and I should go help too, huh? Don't try to trick me, do you understand?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 1:43 pm
"Do you expect him to hear you Khastur, because there is quite a distance between Faltora and the Eskan Caves, if indeed he is there." Issildia stated with a dry tone.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 2:03 pm
"I'm not counting on Marley to be the one to hear me, I know what I'm doing..." Khastur continued and put away his sword that he had drawn earlier.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 4:23 pm
Issildia only arched an eyebrow at this and nudged the horse into a slightly faster pace to catch up with Archer and Streak, riding only a few strides behind them.
Dark grey clouds rolled overhead stretching back towards Faltora and continuing on to precede their path. The sun had already sunk below the horizon within the last hour since they had bypassed the city, and darkness was descending upon the plains of Keirdon.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:13 pm
It had been a number of hours later of traveling through an light irritating rain that the horses began to stumble from exhaustion, as the terrain turned from the flats of the plains of Keirdon to the rolling hills and sparse dead forests that littered the road to the Caverns of Eska with yet more dread.
Issildia stopped the horse she rode as it stumbled again, then slid off. "The horses are exhausted, we aren't going to get much father with them stumbling at every turn." she said as she began to slide the rough bit from the desert destrier's mouth and began to remove the bridal as well.
Dead pines and monstrous grey barked oaks rose like ancient skeletons over them, their branches, devoid of any life did little to stall the icy mist and light rain that fell through the dead forest's canopy.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 3:09 pm
Name: Kishoku
Age: 23
Race: Valtera/ Anierian
Gender: Male
Weapons: Daichi Tosaka- A mere stick wrapped in Anierian tribal symbols and marked as the earth crest. It can take the shape of nearly any weapon with the exception of projectiles.
Secondary Weapons: N/A
Powers: As a combined result of his Anerian ability to manipulate the earth element and his Valtera ability to shapeshift into any being or creature to his knowledge, he can also take on the form of earth, e.g. stone, any form of plantlife.
Allignment: Neutral
Appearence:
Biography: He is one of four parts of a whole. A being spread across the world, kept seperate so that the power they weild as one may never be unleashed. After the seperation he became a spirit wandering the land with no memory of who or what he was. Upon discovering an Anerian and Valtera couple expectant of an offspring, a body though frail and small, suitable as a host for his own lost soul. At the age of 10, he had slain the arents of his body, and left to live a life of solitude within the forest, mastering the skills and abilities he had inherited. He now searches still for answers to what or who he is, oblivious to his purpose of life; To become whole once more, with the remaining of his scattered selves, into a being whose legend has long been forgotten. Rurousho...
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 3:59 pm
A silver fox sped along the ground in hunt, his fur black tipped with white, in the persuit of a hare. Food was scarce in this forest, due to the lack of live plantlife and the shelter it provided. The hare felt the fox's peircing gaze upon the back of his head as the chase continued. A dead tree lay upon the trail ahead, limiting the hare's choices of escape. During the hesitation of the hareas the dead trunk lay across the road only moments ahead. The silver fox took this advantage and leapt upon its prey, snapping ferociously at its throat, tearing at the vitals in the process, causing the hare little pain before it expired. He picked up the hair in his slender muzzle and treaded slowly through the forest towards his burrow.
Just as he neared his the entrance of his small home, his ears twitched and perked as he became still and silent, ignoring the sounds of the rainhitting the ground. He heard the trot of several sets of hooves not foar off. He deposited the small member of the Leporidae family just beyond the entrance of his burrow and trode through the frorest of dead trees through the rain and mud.
He approached the cause of the noise as several people upon horses came into his view, yet he remained hidden among the dead underbrush. He moved stealthily among the trees and dead underbrush blending in as much as he could his peircing, luminous yellow eyes his most noticable features. He tailed them for a short while, curious to their presence in the forest. It had been years since his last encounter with another lifeform similar to their own appearances.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 10:10 am
Issildia wound the tack from the horse to the saddle as the sky above them darkened even further, the stars and crescent moon of the night sky covered fully by the rain laden clouds above, though the pace of the rain did not hasten but choose to remain the same.
As she finished dealing with the horse she tied her hair back with a shot black cord to make the rain slightly less bothersome. As she did so, she allowed her sight to slip into the infrared spectrum that the Celtarie used when night fell. Never had she been thankful of her father's celtarie blood lines, but the abilities did indeed come in handy at times.
She cast her gaze about their surroundings seeing very few heat signatures, she easily noted her three companions as well at the horses. There were also small creatures that hid within the dark of the dead forest, a few mice, insects, and what seemed to be a fox. But Issildia paid little heed to them in deeming them as harmless, she then allowed her vision to return to normal after deciding that the surroundings were clear.
"If we choose to continue, it won't be on horseback." she noted flatly. "The horses need to feed and a few hours of rest, they are not accustomed to surroundings such as this...I'm sure they would rather be back with their desert masters than here of all places." she said dryly as she set her hand on the brow on her horse, knowing quite well that they were rather upset in being so far from their home.
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 12:51 pm
Archer dismounted as well. He shook his head. He looked around, nonchalantly. He even looked to the sky. "Looks like rain." He mumbled. He pet the horse, looking into its eyes sullenly. 'what a simple life' he thought.
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