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 Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 8:47 pm
He junps up and pulls himself behind the Hobgoblin, finding the wideness of the horse's back a bit uncomfortable for his short legs. "To the owner of the purse, as we need to return it, yes? The name is Ignatius, gardener by trade." He shifts his weight a few times, then hops down, cursing his stature.
He sees the LizardFolk, and her small entourage, "is that giant with you? She doesn't look like she's from around here..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 11:23 pm
"Please to make your acquaintance, Master Ignatius. You may call me Mag." Mag looks over his shoulder as the toad hopped down. "If it is more comfortable, may I suggest you sit side saddle?" As the others came over towards them, Mag looked at the group as a whole. "I must thank you all for aiding me in the chase. Had it been for the lot of you, I would have lost him a while ago."
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 10:33 am
Kevven squinted a bit, "I think so. Let me down, mah a** is starting ter hurt.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 12:18 pm
The Toad waves his hands as if to say 'no thanks', "I will walk, this city is not that big. I may just need...a guide, for this place is much unfamiliar to me. And I dare say, you have the much better view, Mister Mag." He chuckles at that one for a while, turning to greet the new oncomers.
"Well, most of us don't seem like we belong here. From where do you all hail?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 1:17 pm
"My master resides here in the city, and I with him. Where do you wish to go? I shall lead you."
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 1:27 pm
"To the place where this started, I'm afriad I'm a bit lost out here..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 9:42 pm
Sarjak picked up Kevven and dropped him back onto the ground. "I am from a nearby temple where I have been training. I have received permission to leave a month ago to learn of the outside world, and lessons that cannot be taught by mere books and teachers."
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 11:39 pm
The theif slips away, as no one really cares anymore.
In fact, since no one really cares anymore, there's not a whole lot of point in me posting that he slips away, is there? sweatdrop
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 10:51 am
"Alright, that was the center of town. I trust you can get your bearings there." Mags rides out of the alley way and to the street, heading for the center of town. As he rode, he couldn't help but think of the rouge. It sent chills down his spine, knowing that they let him get away. He couldn't help but feel that something bigger was being concocted in the background. He quickly brushed those feelings aside. Better to not get myself worried for something that very well could be nothing. It's not like I'm a psychic or anything. His thoughts then turned to the group that chased the rouge. A monk, an archer, and a...well, a gardener may not need my services, but you never know... "While it seems this is where we part, I would like note that I am kind of a Mercenary. Should you need my assistance for anything, just ask and we can negotiate. I have a strong connection with animals and I am a resilient fighter as well."
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 11:50 am
[ biggrin I'm sure he'll be back, he's learned his lesson for today. But if I ever see him again evil ]
Ignatius strolled alongside the horse, keeping a fine ear to his surroundings now. If he was to catch the Thief again, he would turn him in. He believed in second chances, much how he got when he worked on the orchards of his fathers farm...
His attention snaps to the Hobgoblin, "Well, I may not be that good of a warrior, and you know the ways of this city very well. I think, you may be of a great assistance to us..." He looks back to the Lizardfolk and cracks a wide smile, "So you are a priestess? I'm only a novice with the ways of the Divine, perhaps we can learn from each other."
He turns around and walks backwards, diverting his attention to the Halfling, "you're a gloomy little fellow. What was your name again? I don't believe I caught it..."
These Humanoids were nicer than what he had expected. He may actually like the Adventurer's life after all...
[Wait, good with Animals?! Isn't most of the party, well, ya know...an Animal?]
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 12:17 pm
[I don't think it counts anthros. ^ ^;]
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 1:02 pm
Kevven folded his arms, not speaking a word. He prefered to keep to himself as much as he could.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 1:09 pm
Silent one, isn't he? He didn't care much, he would speak eventually. A name would of been nice though...
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 2:25 pm
Sarjak gave a smirk as she followed along, being careful of where she steps among the shorter beings. "I personally have my own amusement in giving him my own name for his lack of one. Half-pint seems fitting for him." She gave a soft hiss-like chuckle.
"As for priestess, I am not of that high level yet. I am willing to share my learnings when I do, of course."
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 2:38 pm
Kevven growled, "Seein' as no one asked me, why should I give a name?"
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