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 Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 10:40 am
"It sounds like him and I have a lot more in common than I originally thought Mr. Ivan." Standing she quickly drew her arms back into her sleeves and returned her hood to a position over her eyes. For the faintest moment they seemed to glow in the shade she created but then it was gone as she turned toward the tavern itself. "Its amazing that you're all capable of so much. Perhaps when they told me the city of Miyr was dangerous they were right. Perhaps though this will be the only place that I can truly feel safe, what an odd conundrum. May the mother of nature protect you injured one, and may she continue to use your service Ivan." The ice cat jumped back toward her at an amazing pace as Eulalie walked toward the empty buildings in town seemingly looking for one in particular.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 8:54 pm
“Well, that is good to hear. On my own I have relatively good control of the nightmare myself. However there appears to be certain things that bring the nightmare forth.” Mitzka glances at the blade. “That even I cannot contend with.” Mitzka walks over to the front of the inn and unties her skeletal horse Pinta from its post. She leads it over to Vincent. Her apreance begins to go back to its usual self. Her transparency fades and her hair comes to rest on her back like a normal persons. Pointing at Vincent she magically lifts him from the ground and places him on the back of the horse. You begin to understand her incredible strength was not derived from a physical form but rather that of telekinetics. Jumping on to the back of her horse in front of Vincent she picks up the reins and gives Ivan one final glance before riding away. We will be in touch, Ivan.
(hmm where do you want me to bring Vincent. I can bring him either to the Areathos manor, his old enclave, or to Mitzka’s private area, the clock tower.)
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 6:25 am
Kowsauni “Well, that is good to hear. On my own I have relatively good control of the nightmare myself. However there appears to be certain things that bring the nightmare forth.” Mitzka glances at the blade. “That even I cannot contend with.” Mitzka walks over to the front of the inn and unties her skeletal horse Pinta from its post. She leads it over to Vincent. Her apreance begins to go back to its usual self. Her transparency fades and her hair comes to rest on her back like a normal persons. Pointing at Vincent she magically lifts him from the ground and places him on the back of the horse. You begin to understand her incredible strength was not derived from a physical form but rather that of telekinetics. Jumping on to the back of her horse in front of Vincent she picks up the reins and gives Ivan one final glance before riding away. We will be in touch, Ivan.
(hmm where do you want me to bring Vincent. I can bring him either to the Areathos manor, his old enclave, or to Mitzka’s private area, the clock tower.) ((You could take him to the clock tower or his enclave, whichever you prefer. I just don't see Mitzka willingly returning to the Manor...except maybe to seek out Petra's healing abilities.)) Ivan nods to Mitzka as he too turns and recedes back into the ground from which he came, causing it to rapidly repair the hole that was made and leaving only a minor scar in the cobblestones where it had been.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 11:27 pm
((yeah, That's what I was thinking too, having been dead for 30 years, she has somewhat forgotten the needs of the living and was going to petra heal you. But since Eulalie took care of that I think she'll just take him back to his enclave.
However, I'll make that post tomorrow))
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 2:09 am
With a snort, Lazerous wakes up from the table he had been sitting at. His glassy eyes observe the room, taking in the setting. With a yawn, he rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, and reaches for his drink, to wash out the strange taste in his mouth.
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