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ooc: Yay, another guardian!!!
bic: "Mother, I am back," I yelled into the house. She came limping out with a small box in hand. "What is this?" "I fear my days are coming to an end, quicker than any elf expected. Mortals have been spotted in the forest, and I was in the wrong place at the wrong time," she lifted up her long, flowing skirt to reveal an arrow wound in her thigh. "Mother, I will find whoever did that and tear him and all of his friends to tiny shreds, and burn the pieces in a fire," I promised. |
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I sat underneath a tree near a small wooden house. Gerik walked infront of me. "Hey, kid. I hope there's no hard feelings between us."
"No, go ahead. I'm only a human year or so younger then you." I sneered. Gerik sat beside me. "I sure hope so, or I could be arrested for this." He kissed me. I blinked and looked away. "Wow. Are you sure you're the rude, obnoxious, arogant, elf I was talking to before?" He laughed. "The one and only." |
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Ooc: Hey, would it be okay if I joined?
RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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Ooc: Okay. Well, here goes.
Name: Amina Lumari Class: Healer/Priest Age: 16 Picture: Making doll now. Will they strive for a relationship sometime in the plot?: Most likely. ----- In a nearby stream, with her light blue cotton dress held up around her knees, Amina was paddling, feet slipping on the water-smoothened stones. She was of a petite frame, and very thin, unhealthily so, with bright turquoise coloured eyes and dark brown hair in a long plait down her back. RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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Amina's head bobbed up at the sound of voice and she shopped out of the stream clumsily, shaking her feet and slipping on her slipper-shoes.
She approached the voices curiously, tripping once or twice. RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |