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 Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:34 am
*Ralin gestured weakly*
That vorpal stone puts out a natural shield that cloaks anything within a few meters of it, so could you give me a hand?
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:37 am
Evelon pulled the stone out and dropped it in his hand. She proceeded to sip her drink and watch the room.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:43 am
*The stone zips back to her pocket as Ralin bleeds*
I could use some healing...
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:45 am
Evelon gave a small yelp. "I'm not a healer, I'm the opposit. So don't look at me." She ground out quietly.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:47 am
*Ralin grabbed her hand*
Hard way it is.
*He drained a small amount of energy from her natural reserves*
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:50 am
Evelon yanked her hand away quickly, trying to shake away the numb feeling in her arm.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:52 am
*Ralin sat up as his wounds closed*
Ouch... Thanks.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 12:15 pm
Evelon snorted quietly; as if she willingly helped him. He just grabbed her damn hand and helped himself!
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 9:19 am
*Ralin winked, as if he knew what she was thinking*
I can only drain energy if you let me.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 9:43 am
Evelon glared darkly at the man infront of her, so despratly wanting to throw him across the room. Instead she placed her foot on the table abnd leaned back in the chair.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 8:20 am
A tall barly clad woman with cropped blue hair enters the bar her eyes scopping around for a place to sit. Upon seeing no place open she opts for a seat at the counter against the wall so that she may watch the other partons.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 1:02 am
She had arrived not too long and already, she found herself making her presence by a tavern. They were always the well-lit place who welcome night dwellers while the rest of the city rest. It might be the structure, perhaps the chatter, but either way, she found herself attracted to the tavern more so than anywhere else. Traveling had always been her thing, and she doesn't mind it, but it does get tiring at times. Bothersome almost.
Taking a cigarette out from its pack, she stroke a clean match against the stone wall. Left hand shielding the weak flame out of habit, the head of the cigarette perished in the heat as she inhaled softly. Dropping the match, her eyes followed it as it lands in the puddle of water. It was raining.
A history, between the rain and her, but now wasn't the time for memory lane. Exhaling, she leaned her head against the tavern to watch the rain fall endlessly from the black sky. Taking the cigarette out of her mouth after another inhale, her attention wandered. She had no money, so she had no business inside the tavern. Knowing them, they would most likely kick her out as soon as they find out. Scratching her head with the cigarette between her two fingers, she pondered at what to do next. Placing the cigarette back between her lips, she combed through her black hair and released a sigh. What to do, what to do.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 2:06 pm
Spade quietly watched the tavern goers from her preferred spot near the door. As she slowly sipped her ale and watched the crowd, she felt a tug on her essence. She felt the need to go outside. So out Spade went into the muddy street and was met by a cloud of smoke from a woman standing near the wall of the Tavern.
"I would ask why you chose to take your smoke outside while it's raining, but I feel rather obligated to leave here." Spade quietly mused to almost no one, as she was used to doing. She was an outsider, and this was the only Tavern that hadn't banned her. Spade was one who longed for a good bar fight.
Quietly, Spade turned to leave, her long scar barely visable under her freshly cut hair.
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