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Jaren Degriess

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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 3:49 pm

Super Awesome Swordsman;
Jaren Degriess!

I'm the HERO of JUSTICE

LOVE ME!

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Jaren was hiding in the ruins of Ardinia. A collapsed wall overlooking the square with the ruined fountain that he'd specified in the notes he sent. The tip of his blue and green party hat poked out from his cover wiggling a bit as he giggled softly about the plans he'd made. Viscen and Murph were being sent away from the capital to do something in Pentheus. Jaren wasn't entirely sure what they'd been sent to do, he'd been busy sewing a tear in Ali's cloak during the explanation of the plans, he was certain it couldn't be very important though as he wasn't being sent along.

Not only that but Drake had taken him aside after the meeting and revealed a super secret plan that not even the others knew about. Jaren had been told it was the most important job ever!

He'd be departing on his own for that shortly after Viscen and Murph would leave. Which is why he'd scheduled a surprise party for the two of them. The only problem was Jaren didn't fully understand how a surprise party worked, he was under the assumption that all the guest should be surprised, not just the ones of honour. That was why he was currently crouched all alone in the ruins after sending an enticing lie (meant to trick them into coming) and vague instructions on how to get here to; Viscen, Murph, Ali, Leggings, Mel, Jezey and various other members of Drake's bandits. He'd taken great care to only invite people Viscen and Murph liked of course!

The only thing left to do was wait patiently for everyone to show up, he really hoped nobody got lost on the way here, the ruins were crumbling and without realizing it the course Jaren had plotted was probably the most risky and dangerous path throughout the whole place.

He snickered again from his hiding spot, this was gonna be so awesome!

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.

Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 8:11 am

Melethia Dagon

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Melethia had known that it was Jaren who sent her the message to go to some ruins for a meeting of sorts. His scent was all over it even though it said it was Drake. The half-dragon didn't have a frown though. She had a grin on her face. This was perfect. She could kill Jaren and no one would find him. She could care less that she was told not to kill him. This guy needed to die in her books.

Melethia had burned the letter because she had a good lock on Jaren's scent and knew where she was going. She had been in the library plenty of times to read up on a few things. Once she was close enough to really smell that Jaren was there she was about 100 yards away from the ruins she once again had that grin on her face. She looked to see if she could see the place and couldn't.

"A collapsed wall overlooking the square with the ruined fountain," She had mumbled to herself. She had began to look around a bit with caution. A quick sniff of the air told her though that she was close. She looked around and saw the place that was written on the note. Melethia stepped back a bit and pulled out her elfire tome that she always had on her and began casting the spell to hit the location. It didn't matter to her if she hit him, caused the ruins to fall on him or just smoke him out, he was going to die today.

Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.

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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 5:41 pm

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τңɛ мιяαġє Ғαℓcση
۞ -.-. you can't ħєℓp your ħαℓℓucιηα†ιηg мιηđ -.-.۞
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Viscen slowly read the letter addressed him. Most of the letters were hardly legible, which only irritated him even more. The bandit leader crumbled the piece of paper before tearing it to shreds. "That ******** a*****e thinks I'm that dumb!? That I'd fall for his insulting trick! It's time I teach that p***k a thing or two about respect!" The young warrior picked up his trusty Swordreaver and slung his Iron Bow across his chest.

Taking a few of his lackeys with him, Viscen reached the place he had been instructed to go. "All right, you ******** b*****d," he called out as loud as he could, obviously pissed about something. "Get your a** out here! I've got a few choice words to say to you but I think my axe says them better!"

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۞ -.-. 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

Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 3:00 pm

Why am I even doing this.

Murphy sighed as he approached the crumbling ruins, sitting on a still-standing stone arch near what looked to be a drained fountain to get a better look at the area while it was still relatively cool. The sun hadn't quite raised to the top of the sky yet, and thus the sun hadn't quite reached its most overbearing levels of heat. He adjusted his hood slightly to keep his eyes shaded, glancing down at the note that had been left for him.

Even without a signature, it was easy to tell the note was from Jaren. He knew no one else that could write, and yet do so quite so poorly. It was unlikely that Jaren knew anything that he could hold against him, and yet...

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It was too much of a risk to ignore it. Jaren would be the kind to reveal personal information to the world without realizing just how dangerous it would be, either to him or the other person involved. So now Murphy was searching for the meeting place Jaren had specified on the note, folding the paper and tucking it away carefully in his trousers again.

"Now where..."

"All right, you ******** b*****d, get your a** out here! I've got a few choice words to say to you but I think my axe says them better!"

"Oh, I wouldn't say that so freely, Viscen. Your axe has a rather limited vocabulary." Murphy leaped down from the arch and landed neatly near Viscen, lowering his hood then to expose his hair and eyes to the sun. Though his hands were empty, his knives were at his hips, as always. "In any case, it seems we arrived for the same reason, so..." Murphy looked around, frowning. "Where is Jaren?"

He paused when he finally noticed the bright blue and green amid all of the stone grey and yellow and brown, face falling. "What in the name of..."

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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 5:44 pm

Melethia Dagon

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Some how there were forces against Melethia today. She missed everything. The half-dragon stood there dumb founded for a little while.

"GRRRR DAMN IT!" She yelled in Dragonic. So to everyone else if they heard her yell, sounded like growling. Melethia realized that since she was only about 100 yards away, she could be heard. The half-dragon sighed, stored her tome, and made her way over to the colorful party setting.

"Ok, first that growling noise was me." She started to say when she got closer. "Second, why the ******** did you choose this place of all places!? Third," She pulls out her sword and she points it at where she thinks Jaren is, "You touch me at all and you will lose something important!" If looks could kill, Jaren and everything around him would be ashes right now. Melethia put her sword away, but she was still glaring at him.

Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.

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