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 Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 9:01 pm
Super Awesome Swordsman;
Jaren Degriess!
I'm the HERO of JUSTICE LOVE ME!  As those unfortunate guild members in Eyris were dealing with their new leaders, the bandits in Pentheus were getting used to their temporarily home.
Jaren made his way through the streets quickly with a bundle of food in his arms. He was heading to the hastily set up infirmary. Although those Mordacheans had tried to ditch all the wounded Sentrians, Jaren had rounded up most of the uninjured bandits and yelled, bribed, and even threatened some until they managed to construct the make-shift stretchers from stuff they found in the ruins. Of course, the Mordacheans had been completely unwilling to help, so it had taken a few trips to get all of the survivors, most died either on route... or waiting for the stretchers to return.
All wasn't lost though! Despite the fact that the bandits had been whittled down to a much smaller number, they hadn't lost a single officer! Jezebel had made it back safely to flaunt her navel another day. Ali was recovering and even Spikey-Bird head was still alive to kiss Drake's rear again.
Oh, he forgot about captain Tighearnach. Tigger died. Oh well! He smelled like dead sea bird anyway! Besides this meant they were down an officer. Maybe the Hero of Justice would get promoted. He'd love to lead troops into battle, but he'd fancy new officer clothes... and a hat. Oooooo one with a big ole feather!
A loud smacking sound followed by a sore head startled Jaren out of his imagination. He'd reached his destination. The inn that he'd stayed in the last time he'd been in Pentheus, Jaren had fought tooth and nail to get this place for Ali's men and the other wounded, and still there wasn't enough room for them all. The least injured of the patients were sleeping in the stables while the dying had been given private rooms upstairs. Everyone else (including Ali) was crowded onto the main floor, lied out on tables, counters, and borrowed beds.
Opening the door to the infirmary, Jaren waltzed in and navigated his way to Ali's bed.
Sliding over a nearby chair, he flopped down into it, noticing right away that his irritable friend was awake.
"Ali! You're not dead! Guess what? We lost! But I brought you something!" Jaren paused to open up the package on his lap, removing a loaf of bread, an apple and a chicken leg with a bite already taken out of it. "Food! That'll cheer you up."
Although it should have been impossible, his grin got wider as he snagged a knife off of a nearby counter and began peeling the apple for the downed swordman.We all have our secrets, we all wear a mask. A persona if you will, to cover our real selves, our shadows, the face that we could not show to society and still appear sane. Not even we know our true nature. (THIS IS A TOPIC FOR SENTRIAN NPC'S..... OR ANYONE IN PENTHEUS)
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:59 am
 Drifting, fading, never to return. The sand passed underneath. Grains lingered on the darkened skin as fingers brushed over. The defeated bandit floated over dunes, through the scorching heat, all alone. But the pain had faded and the blood was gone. Majestic voices called out his name. Though he did not move and was still laying down, his levitating body moved towards the heralds on its own. The man opened his eyes and beheld his surroundings. The deeper he went the more trees appeared until it looked like Sentria had in the oldest of days. The vision began to flicker as if some unknown force was fighting to keep him from going on. Pain found its way back and the bandit groaned loudly. Beautiful voices ceased their calling and were replaced by another calling his name. With each call, the vision faded more and more. Ali opened his eyes and as the final calling of his name reached his ears.
He looked up and saw Jaren sitting beside him. He strained to understand what the boy was saying but managed to make out the words, though their meaning had not yet made sense to him. Ali slowly sat up, cringing at the unexpected pain of moving. He looked around but it did not help him understand. There were other bandits laying around like he was, but there were also soldiers in black armor. He felt his head and found that it had been wrapped with bandages. His ease of movement had also been hindered by bandages around his chest. When the food was presenting, he looked at it and stared, then stared at the kid. "... ...Where in the ******** am I?" He focused on the last thing he remembered. He was fighting that woman and then falling to the ground. He jerked around, still unsure of his safety, and the pain caused him to moan lowly. "...b***h! Where's that b***h!?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 7:49 pm
Super Awesome Swordsman;
Jaren Degriess!
I'm the HERO of JUSTICE LOVE ME! Oh good Ali was able to move, kind of. He slowly sat up and began too look around as if he was confused. Well he was looking a lot better now at least.
Jaren how ever had been leaning back in the chair, dangerously balancing on two legs of the chair. Predictably he leaned back a little too far, he flailed his arms wildly in a desperate attempt to regain control of the chair. This terrified all within reach of him for he still held a half-peeled apple in one hand, and a knife in the other. Something of a small miracle occurred and the myrmidon managed to get all four legs on the ground without making more work for the healers.
Everyone in the room let the breath they'd been holding in out, it hadn't taken long for Jaren's reputation to spread to the Mordache soldiers. A few of the injured in the innfirmary had been involved in his... "accidents".
"Well, Ali we're in Pentheus!" He started to answer Ali, as if mere moments before he hadn't be endangering the lives of everyone in the innfirmary. "After that chick knocked you out, the Mordachean soldiers arrived. They were under the command of these two guys on... horses. Uhhh, their names were really hard to pronounce. Epthillymentuas? And ummmm, Mandalin! Yea, I'm sure that was it! Anyway, the Learanians started to run away and the Mordacheans were gonna give chase, but the girl who beat you up stayed behind to slow them down. She killed, like, half of the soldiers they brought. Eventually though, the commanders knocked her out. After that, they gave a few orders and left with the girl. They said something about going back to Mordache I think, but when they left, things got really confusing! The Mordachean soldiers didn't want to bring any of the wounded with them apart from you... but I uhh... I thought Drake would be mad at the number of casualties we took already. That, and a Hero of Justice never leaves a man behind! So I rounded up the surviving Sentrians, but a bunch of them didn't want to listen to me either! So I just yelled alot and said things like 'Do you want to piss Drake off?!' And made up a bunch of threats until they listened. I got them to look in the ruins for stuff we could use to carry the injured. After a few trips, we got everyone still breathing back." He gestured wildly with his hands as he spoke. "But... a lot... alot of them died Ali. Did... uhh, did I make a mistake? I know I was kinda disobeying the orders the Mordachean commanders gave..."
The myrmidon fell silent and frowned at the apple in his hands, fearing he'd made a mistake somewhere along the line and that Ali was going to yell at him now. But he couldn't just leave the other honorary members of The Band of Justice behind!We all have our secrets, we all wear a mask. A persona if you will, to cover our real selves, our shadows, the face that we could not show to society and still appear sane. Not even we know our true nature.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 7:48 am
"That is correct. A lot of them did die." If Jaren turned around, he'd see a lone Mordachean soldier standing near the doorway, looking somber. "They all died...! But why? WHY!?" He feel to his knees and started sobbing.
"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?"
His scream was so loud, it carried itself throughout Pentheus, echoing all the way to Eyris itself, where many heard it. And they felt ashamed that cruel Deborah had cut short the lives of so many innocent young men. (And possibly women.) Some say the scream was even heard in Adliana, but the Nomads just kind of ignored it. Cairne in particular. But nobody knew if that was because he was dead, because nobody knew if he really WAS dead. He's kind of become FEF'S "Schrodinger's Cat".
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 10:16 am
Clip clop clip clop
Into the city of Pentheus a horse slowly trotted. It's rider, Drake, had arrived back from the field of battle. He had been defeated... sort of. Learania may have stopped him, but he gave them a message. Aside from what he told that orange shape shifter, they would all have to realize that he had been there. He had gotten that far. Vayrin, only one stop away from the capital itself. They would have to live in worry that he could come up so easily again.
One of the first things Drake noticed when he got inside the walls was that there a lot of Mordache soldiers. Archers, cavalry.. not as much infantry for some reason, but they had some nice thickly armored troops. Drake knew they were coming. He had no idea when they were supposed to show up, though. But since they had arrived, that just made things easier. The Mordacheans outnumbered the bandits, though. Drake didn't like that. Sentria had claimed the port first. The dark armored soldiers would have to deal with it.
The blademaster rode through the city until he saw somebody he recognized. The hair of the one he saw stuck out anywhere. "Hey kid!" Drake called out to Viscen. When the kid saw him, Drake would appear worn and cut up. As the horse trotted up, Drake relaxed on the saddle and smirked like his injuries were nothing. "How's it goin'? Looks like things here are goin' well."
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 1:02 pm
 xxxxxx"You foolish men who walk the earth like blasted kings!"
x "I will collect my trophies soon."8===========================> xx J e z e b e l xx <===========================8  xxxxx"DRAAAAAAAAAKE!"
The condescending voice of a woman erupted in the port city. Jezebel swayed over to the horse, making sure her coat was sufficiently flowing behind her so that her legs could easily be seen. All the soldiers spared a glance, of course. Their stares were returned with an eyeful of daggers. But then she giggled and went about her way.
She planted her poleaxe into the ground and placed a hand on her extended hip, which allowed for a good view of her a**. "Where the HELL have you been?! I get back here and this place is covered with soldiers! Look at them! They keep staring at me. This place is disgusting! Filled with so many men! You've got some nerve keeping me here!" She folded her arms under her breasts which forced them up. "Well?! What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Your wangs shall be a fine addition to the others!"xxxx (I suck forever and thensome. Deal with it.)
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 2:11 pm
Oh, what a familiar sound had just blared through the city. If it hadn't been ear wrenching, Drake may have claimed that he missed it a little.
He turned around and saw one of his officers coming up to him. As Jezebel began to blah blah about stuff, Drake helped himself down from the horse and handed the reigns off to Viscen. He rolled his eyes at the noise and was thankful when it stopped. "Oh shut your b***h hole, Jezebel, and point me to the clinic. I need to get some vulneraries and bandages." It turned out he didn't need to be pointed to it, though. Drake took one look around and saw it across the way from where they are. He began to head towards it. "I don't know why you're complaining, anyway. You know you can take down anybody that tries anything. It'll serve the Mordache army right to be taken down a notch." He stopped and looked back at her, careful to avoid admiring her... assets. "And I don't care that you hate being here. You're staying here until we strike again. You just see to it that Mordache doesn't think it can claim this city for themselves." He glanced at Viscen, then back to Jezebel. Perfect! Drake knew how to get her off his back. "Oh, by the way, I don't think you two have officially met. Jezebel, this is Viscen- a bandit leader. Viscen, this is Jezebel, one of my best. You two have fun."
Once the two were introduced, Drake slyly walked off and entered the clinic. He walked down the rows of bandits, some his men and some not. "Tch..." He looked around and saw some supplies on a table and helped himself to what he needed. It would last him for as long as he needed it to. As he began to bandage himself up, he happened to spot Ali and that kid. He shook his head and made his way over. "Well, look what we got here! The hell happened to you bastards?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 3:46 pm
So, he was in the city where he was supposed to help Drake retaking over. Who would have thought that they had managed to retake the port without his help? Damnit! If only that b***h didn't interfere to ******** with his troop. When he gets his hand on her, he would make sure that b***h would stay dead permanently.
The kid was blah blahing about what had happened after he was knocked out. Ali couldn't understand fully from what the kid was saying. The kid was talking too fast and damnit, his head was killing him. All he could pick up was some Mordachean troop came and took the b***h away with them.
"They WHAT?!" Ali shouted as he jerked out his bed. A wave of dizziness swam in his body as well as the sudden pain jointed in his head and chest. The bandit cursed loudly as he sat down on his bed to steady him.
Damnit! ******** s**t damnit! How dared those ******** Mordachean bastards took that b***h away him? HE wanted to be the one to kill her. Not to ******** Mordachean bastards!! Those ******** bastards better not killed her. Otherwise, he would ******** kill them for killing his opponent. That b***h ******** screwed him up three times!! He wanted to have revenge on her. An eye for an eye. There was no ******** way he was going to let those Mordachean bastards steal his glory.
Jaren was asking the bandit if he made a mistake for disobeying the Mordachean commanders' order, but Ali didn't give a ******** about it. All he wanted was to go to Mordache, find where that b***h was, and kill her with his own two hands. No one was taking his revenge away from him.
"Damnit! Where the hell is my ******** sword?!" Ali shouted angrily as he looked around. When he found his sword, the bandit snatched it, got up, and walked. His head was throbbing badly, but his anger ignored the pain. His mind was already made up. He was not going to sit here and recover while those bastards were keeping his revenge locked up or killed. But before he could make a step further from Jaren, he heard someone calling at him and Jaren. Turning his head around, he recognized it was Drake, asking him a question. Ali frowned even deeper.
"A ******** b***h did this to me. ******** sneaked behind me and attacked me. Boy told me that those Mordachean bastards came and took her away while we were ambushed by those ******** Learanians. If those damn ******** bastards kill her before I did...." Within an instant, Ali drew out his sword and swung it down to his right with all his force, nearly cutting off the toes of a nearby bandit. The bandit freaked out and passed out from how close his toes were from being cut. "I'll ********' chop off all of their heads!"
Realizing he had let his anger out in front of Drake, the bandit slowly composed himself and sheathed his sword. "I'm sorry for unable to help you retaking the port. If it wasn't for that ******** b***h, my troop and I wouldn't get ambushed."
Damn Ali, way a go to make a fool of yourself in front of Drake. Now the Serpent Fang would think that it was his fault for letting his temper get the best of him.
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 7:47 pm
Super Awesome Swordsman;
Jaren Degriess!
I'm the HERO of JUSTICE LOVE ME! "Ahhh!" Jaren shouted startled as Ali pooped up out of bed like a Jack in the Box, the sparky myrmidon tumbled backwards out of his chair startled. Of course since he didn't have a deathgrip on the knife or the apple both went flying. The knife whizzed away and embedded itself in a nearby bandits rear end, the apple flew off harmlessly to land by the door way. After Drake the next person to come in would be indanger of slipping on the delicious slightly peeled fruit. "A-Ali, maybe you should lay back down, I-I mean you're all hurt and bleeding and..." Jaren fussed over his friend almost missing Drakes question. "Oh Drake It's uhhh, its you!"
Ali was uncharestically making the situation worse... that was Jaren's job! So I guess if they were gonna switch jobs today then it was Jaren's job to explain the situation "Umm see Drake, Ali's still a little banged up from his fight with the Learanian commander. What happened was we got ambushed after we started to move out, I tried to send a messanger ahead to inform you but... I guess you didn't get it." Jaren then proceded to explain the situation to Drake with much gesturing and voice acting, at one point he got sidetracked and began talking about a guy who knew a guy who had a dog with pink hair, but he soon was put back on track. He left nothing out, including the bit about the Mordachians intending to leave the wounded Sentrians behind, and of how he had brought all he could back. "Ummm Drake... I don't really like the Mordachians... they're not very Heroic and ummm well I know the Learanians are bad guys but the Mordachians don't seem much better."
The myrmidon had expressed his concerns, that was all that mattered right now and considering the Mordachian soliders outnumbered them in this city he decided to bring the matter up at a later time and instead continued on. "So umm, we took a lot of casulties but not as many as we could have lost. Honestly we were in danger of being completly routed." It was then that Jaren noticed Drake wasn't exactly a spring chicken either. "Drake, wow you don't look much better then Ali right now! What happened to you?".We all have our secrets, we all wear a mask. A persona if you will, to cover our real selves, our shadows, the face that we could not show to society and still appear sane. Not even we know our true nature.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 5:42 am
"Excuse me, sir."
If Drake looked down to his right, he would see a small boy no older than 10. He was wearing Mordache armor a bit too large for him (complete with a lance much too large for him), and he looked up at Drake with wide brown eyes.
"W-when I grow up, can I be a bandit too!?" He asked hopefully.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 2:30 am
Ѵιscєη
τңɛ мιяαġє Ғαℓcση
۞ -.-. you can't ħєℓp your ħαℓℓucιηα†ιηg мιηđ -.-.۞
▀-.-.▀▀-.-▀▀▀-.▀▀▀▀-▀▀▀▀-▀▀▀▀-.▀▀▀-.-▀▀-.-.▀  Across the street from the makeshift infirmary, Viscen stood leaning against a damaged building trying to look badass. Well as tough as a youthful bandit leader could against a dilapidated structure. Though arguably he could be considered pretty macho. But I digress. When Drake came riding a horse back to town, especially in such banged up shape, the warrior expressed shocked. Judging by the major bleeding claw marks, he could only jump to the conclusion that a small wyvern or one of those shape shifters had done this to the Serpent Fang. Viscen clenched his fist and cursed Learania for hurting Sentria’s figurehead.
Just when the boy was about to answer Drake, an annoying whine echoed. Some whore had the nerve to parade right up to their leader. Just like she owned the goddamned place. That is, after the Mordacheans of course. Some nerve these people had. Viscen just rolled his eyes while sneaking tiny peeks at the scantily clad woman’s goods. He was a healthy young man after all.
Suddenly some reigns were given to him. Viscen held them tight making sure the horse wouldn’t escape. As he was doing so, he listened well as the boss put that b***h in her place. Just then an introduction was given. Bwah?! This slutface outranked him?! His rival was a stinking woman?! Totally unacceptable! The Mirage Falcon gave a “wtf” glare at Jezebel.▀-.-.▀▀-.-▀▀▀-.▀▀▀▀-▀▀▀▀-▀▀▀▀-.▀▀▀-.-▀▀-.-.▀
۞ -.-. you can't ħєℓp your ħαℓℓucιηα†ιηg мιηđ -.-. ۞
you can't ħєℓp your ħαℓℓucιηα†ιηg мιηđ
when you start to †яємЬℓє in the scσяcħιηg ωιηđ ((jk? Please don’t kill me, Vaida! ;_; ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 6:07 pm
xxxxxx"You foolish men who walk the earth like blasted kings!"
x "I will collect my trophies soon."8===========================> xx J e z e b e l xx <===========================8 xxxxx Jezebel groaned loudly, making her dislike of things more than aware. She was a total drama queen. There was a part of her that wanted to stay, too, but she wouldn't acknowledge it. She hated all the men, every last one of them. Some, like Drake, were just able to be tolerated because they could beat her. But oh how she wished that somebody would try to make a move just so that she could have some fun.
"Yeah, yeah..." she responded to her boss. She rolled her eyes and then turned her head to look at the boy. "Oh really, a leader, huh?" She looked at him and saw where his sight was leading to, but held back the tick in her eye.
When Drake was gone, Jezebel unfolded her arms and allowed her breasts to jiggle. She grabbed her axe and swayed over to the boy. She looked him up and down, seductively. "Those are some big muscles for a kid your age. And that's a mighty sharp axe you got there. You must give a pretty powerful..." Fingers lifted the boy's chin up and Jezebel drew her face close enough to his so that he could literally feel her breath on his cheek. "...chop."
Ruby lips smiled devilishly as Jezebel back up and giggled. She winked at the boy, then turned and began to walk away, her butt swaying from side to side. When she was about fifteen feet away, she suddenly stopped and sharply turned around, glaring at him threateningly. "...Are you staring at me?"
The b***h was a little insane.
"Your wangs shall be a fine addition to the others!"xxxx
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 9:27 pm
"Ambushed?" Drake stated, curiously. "Well, don't worry about it. We didn't really need you. But uh... Ali" He glanced around and saw the soldiers who probably heard what Ali had just said whispering to each other. "...Just be careful with the outbursts against Mordache, huh? They are technically on our side and uh... a little large in number, here. Just be smart, okay? Oh and about the b***h... don't let something like that happen to you again. It's embarrassing."
He was about to turn and leave, when an odd sound of a rabid chipmunk filled the air. Drake turned back and found out that it was just Jaren yammering about what happened. Drake tried to listen, but despite the... enthusiasm in the explanation, Drake trailed off. He did snap back at the last part, though. "Now now, kid, don't be so quick to judge. After all, they're the ones that let us know about Learania's actions. Give em' a chance." He turned his head away from the boy and rolled his eyes, then was confronted by some... little kid. In Mordache armor. Children could not be made soldiers at that age. He had to be some Learanian or something from Pentheus. "Hahahahaha, suuuure. Unless these bandits kill you. Which is kind of likely."
When the wounded were pointed out, Drake looked around at them again, now knowing why there was so many more than he remembered. If he wasn't in a hurry to leave, he may have taken the time to see what he could do, whether that meant helping or scolding. When Jaren spoke to him yet again, Drake was inclined to ignore him, but figured he should just go ahead and answer. "Hm?" He looked down at his body. "Oh, this? Nothin', just some scratches. Not a big deal." Before anybody else could talk to him, he quickly continued. "Hey look, I'm gunna get going. Get healed up and be ready for when I return." He finished up with the bandages and began to leave. "Oh, and don't do anything stupid!"
With that, he left the clinic and was once more outside. As he made his back over to Viscen and Jezebel, it looked as if they were both still alive. Well, that was good. When he arrived, he took the reigns from Viscen and mounted his horse. "Well, it's about time I go. I'm gunna go get more bandits. Kid, keep this place ours, while I'm away!" His feet nudged the horse to begin its trot. "And Jezebel? Play nice!" He flicked the reigns and the horse took off in a gallop. It would take him a while to get back to his base, but at least he had a horse. He was on a fast pace back to Sentria.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 9:22 am
Ali was thankful that Drake didn't punish him for failing to help. It seemed that having the port back into the bandit's hands had made the Serpentfang satisfied. However, it made the bandit felt useless when the leader informed him that they didn't need him. Damn that b***h. If she didn't get in the way, none of it would happen.
Just then, Drake whispered to him, informing him to be more subtle toward the Mordachean soldiers. The hell with the soldiers. Ali didn't give a damn about the Mordacheans. What really matter was that they should not steal a man's opponent away from him. Messing with someone's prey and they made themselves some graves.
However, what Drake said was accurate. They were being outnumbered and it would be foolish to battle against them. If he dared attack, Sentrian bandits would die and the port would be falling into the Mordache's hand. As much as Ali wanted to bash these bastards for taking his glory away, he decided to do what Drake told him and be a muzzled dog on a leash... For now.
"Understood sir, and I apologize for my outburst." Ali responded. But just as Drake was about to leave, Jaren stopped him and... told him the same information Ali had given him. What the hell was wrong with the kid? Did he have sand in his ears from the sandstorm they were being ambushed? Seriously, just be he had been knocked out for a while and got all anger up when he heard that the Mordachean took the b***h away, it didn't mean that his brain wasn't functioning well. However, the bandit let it slide as Drake informed the kid that there was nothing to worry about the wounds.
Ali listened as Drake informed them to rest up and be prepared for his return, along with a warning about recklessness. Really? Was Ali going to do something stupid in Pentheus while he was away?... Maybe going after the damn b***h was his goal to finish her off, but even he knew that it would be reckless and dangerous to go after her in Mordache's territory alone. Maybe some day in the future, if he ever ran into that b***h again, he would made sure she would die in his hands. But for now, he needed to rest up and be readied for the next attack.
Still having the migraine, Ali sat down on the bed and rubbed his head. Did he get some healing while he was unconscious? It was hard to tell, but he needed to get readied and soon.
"Oy, boy." Ali called Jaren as he placed his sword by the bedpost. "Bring me something to drink and a map of this damn country. We need to get ready as soon as possible."
If Ali were to help Drake without failing, he would need to study the geographic of Learania: where the cities were located? What sort of terrains surrounding the cities? All that sort of bullshit. The bandits couldn't win an attack so successfully if one didn't know the area of the country they were unfamiliarized. Might as well hit those studies to be prepared...
... Ali hoped that the kid brought him a very strong liquid to drink.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 11:39 am
Ѵιscєη
τңɛ мιяαġє Ғαℓcση
۞ -.-. you can't ħєℓp your ħαℓℓucιηα†ιηg мιηđ -.-.۞
▀-.-.▀▀-.-▀▀▀-.▀▀▀▀-▀▀▀▀-▀▀▀▀-.▀▀▀-.-▀▀-.-.▀ Gods! Viscen couldn’t stand this b***h already and he just met her. Her whining moans were getting on his nerves. Ugh. And there goes her annoying mouth flapping again. But as soon as Drake left them for the infirmary, her lips weren’t the only thing flapping or rather jiggling. Jezebel was attempting to seduce the boy. For a few moments it was working. She had some nice curves that’s for sure, but Viscen’s trust issues suddenly overpowered his hormones and killed any attractiveness to the advancing bandit. Sentrian women were nothing more than conniving actresses. His mother taught him that the hard way.
As Jezebel touched his skin, the young warrior made a disgusted face as though he was being stroked by something dirty. Her voice, no matter how sweet it tried to sound, still irritated those who heard it. Even though he had his Swordreaver in one hand, he resisted the urge to cleave the woman in half while she was so close. Drake would get mad if he missed the fight. Finally she backed off, but she still kept up the temptress charade. How gullible did she think he was? He saw her pick up that poleaxe of hers as she swayed her hips this way. When Jezebel abruptly turned and glared, it became more obvious to the bandit leader that she was trying to start a fight. But he wouldn’t play her game without a certain audience of course.
Just in time, Drake approached the two. The trueblade took back the reigns and mounted the horse again. He was leaving? Again? Viscen couldn’t help but wonder where their boss kept traveling to. Oh well. Once again his mission was to keep control of Pentheus.
Right after Drake left a sly smirk appeared on his face as a idea to get back at Jezebel popped into his head. "I was, but now that I got a good look, I’m not interested. Sorry, bitchtits, I like my girls young," he replied to her threatening question before walking away to find something else to do.▀-.-.▀▀-.-▀▀▀-.▀▀▀▀-▀▀▀▀-▀▀▀▀-.▀▀▀-.-▀▀-.-.▀
۞ -.-. you can't ħєℓp your ħαℓℓucιηα†ιηg мιηđ -.-. ۞
you can't ħєℓp your ħαℓℓucιηα†ιηg мιηđ
when you start to †яємЬℓє in the scσяcħιηg ωιηđ
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