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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 3, 2009 19:50:46 GMT -5
Falcan frowned lightly looking down into his bowl a few veggies floating around in there. He took another bite, it was just so good right now, tasted like a home cooked meal. he looked back up at her and nodded. “indeed.” he added. “the amulet of kings…and the Oblivion gates.. From what I understand the two are connected.” he added. “hopefully…he will sit on his throne soon, and the Oblivion crisis, will end.” he smiled lightly and watched her.
After a few moments of silence he took a deep breath. “its been rough for everyone….trying to protect him….though I have no regrets for helping out….just hope….I wont fail them somehow.” he said…”if I died….helping them I would be okay with that…but if any of them got hurt….I…” he trailed off.
“Never been so caught between helping someone….and walking away.” he said….
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Post by BlackRose on Sept 3, 2009 20:48:23 GMT -5
Alessandra thought for a moment, on her supplies and everything. maybe she could do something she actually got enough blood from the last two cities for about 6 months... getting anymore bottles they would go bad. even in the enchanted chest she put them in. she sat down and placed her hands on her lap. "though i would prefer it if you didn't die...i can understand... as it is i am leaving tomorrow evening, back to the imperial city. i should return to Bruma soon after that. i need to retrieve a few things from my home and store things. who knows maybe I'll be seeing you in the city sooner..." she went to her door and opened it..looking up and down the hall. she could have sworn she herd something. she furrowed her brow and shut and locked the door. "i honestly wish silence spell worked for doors..." she sat back down rubbing her forehead. "stupid hunters..."
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 3, 2009 20:58:27 GMT -5
Falcan smirked lightly then looked up and nodded. “thanks.” he muttered then blinked watching her walk to the door then sighed and finished his bowl setting It on the table he stood. “suppose I should also go….though they told me to get some rest and relax……not sure I know the meaning of the words.” he smirked then looked to her. And nodded. “maybe we will run into another again, but please don’t worry about me.” he added. He walked towards the door a little bit thinking on it was night time…wasn’t it? He couldn’t really go anywhere, but he could still get himself a room here, err that is if there were still any left.
He paused and turned back towards her, she was always so-- he snapped himself out of his thoughts for a moment. “sorry, suppose its nighttime.” he smirked then watched her a moment. “what will you do now? If you don’t mind me asking.”
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Post by BlackRose on Sept 3, 2009 21:14:49 GMT -5
she stood up and walked to the door grabbing her empty plate. "if you wish to rest here for the night you can. i don't think there are any rooms left. you won't be putting me out." she pulled up her cloak hood "i'm going out for my walk. i have a reputation as a night owl as i don't stay up and out 'all night' in front of others..." she opened the door. "i have the Key so you can lock the door if you want?" she then thought for a moment. "i also at night see what trouble people get into i get ignored real easy here for some odd reason...except i have been getting these strange looks from two women who live here..." she shrugged. "well if you decide to stay sleep well..."
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 3, 2009 22:14:29 GMT -5
Falcan looked to her blinking then looked around the room, made since…but would he stay here? He grunted lightly and shifted his weight folding his arms thinking about it. “I may take you up on that.” he said and waved a hand. “but are you sure?” he asked blinking a little embarrassedly. “fine….I shall, thank you a lot though.” he smiled lightly and walked towards her flinching lightly but putting a hand softly on her shoulder. “If you need me for anything….d-don’t hesitate to ask alright?” he smiled tilting his head lightly razing a brow.
[sorry so short and crappy DX]
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Wolfsbane
Apprentice
"Ohhhh Necromancy is a form of Magic? I thought it was about killing" - Zane
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Post by Wolfsbane on Sept 4, 2009 13:18:16 GMT -5
Jarad strode in, cold from the winter nights. He looked sleep deprived, quiet, and depressed. His actions upon the Fighters guild was indeed appauling. He just didn't like Sog, and his attitude. Jarad knew that Sog only threw parties for his own family, never for a high achieving hunter like himself. He looked to the duo by the fire, and merely, walked to a stool nearby them. He ordered a pint of mead, to keep his gullet warm for the journey ahead. But at the same time he was listening to their conversation.
He looked to his tanto, many a time he'd used it to slay his opponents. The blood on the point fresh, it was from a battle. A werewolf attacked him in the mist of the night, and he managed to slay it. But in return a neck wound; a long scratch, from his ear, towards the bottom of his neck was all smudged with red. The smell of blood was strong.
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