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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 6:17:46 GMT -8
The sound of the logs breaking within the heart of the fire certainly snapped the young woman awake. She jerked hard beneath the animal furs as her eyes snapped wide open - and having her vision flooded with the bright light cast made her jerk up and away from the fire, to where she rolled over and put it to her back while both hands came up to cover her eyes.
She had no idea the sensitivity to light was a side affect - she simply summed it up to waking up too suddenly to the light. When the ache in her head from that flash of light eased off, she slowly brought her hands down and tried to peek through fluttering lids - finding a much better result to try and make out the cavern walls that reflected the fire rather than the fire directly.
The Orc captain was in her line of sight, and a very timid and uncertain look crossed her expression before her gaze flicked away in a timid fashion - where she also tugged the animal furs a little closer in a protective and self-comforting manner.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
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Roleplay posts: 142 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 14, 2016 6:28:09 GMT -8
"Most of the major nations have an academy to train mages. The closest would undoubtedly be Isra, though that is more of a mage group then an actual school from what I have heard."
He shook his head as the mage poked the logs and nearly collapsed the whole thing. This man was clearly not human and not good at the whole wilderness survival thing. The bright lights didn't bother the Captain either, he was used to standing around all day in the beating sun, no shade except what was provided by the masts. He saw the girl stir and rolled his eyes, the mage had certainly woken her up.
"Ah! You have awoken her with your noise Krylancelo. Still, probably for the best. What is your name girl? So I can stop calling you 'girl'."
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krylancelo
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Traveling in search of an arcane teacher to help him regain his memories
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 17
Physical Description: Standing 5'9 inches, young Krylancelo has the stature of a young man who spent his morning toiling in a field. His skin tan from long days in the summer sun. Upon closer inspection, Krylancelo's astral nature becomes evident. His hair, shining a brilliant platinum silver. His eyes, one as golden as autumn dawn and the other is a bottomless cobalt wellspring. While his demeanor appears that of naivety and youth, his piercing gaze portrays power beyond even Krylancelo's own understanding.
"Picture from Omupied - Deviant art"
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Post by krylancelo on Jun 14, 2016 8:08:00 GMT -8
Krylancelo stared wide eyed at the woman and Gothmog. His face flushed red once more. With a wave of his hand, the remnants of the fire grew dim. Shadows danced between the flames. The fire continued to radiate its heat, but the light emanating would be far less harsh. Hopefully this would be more comfortable for the lady.
"My lady I am so sorry, I didn't intend to wake you. Please forgive me!"
Krylancelo bowed to the woman, awaiting her to respond to the good Captains query.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 9:15:16 GMT -8
The female eased herself into sitting up, feeling like a heavy stone was sitting in the bottom of her stomach and lightheaded. But she pushed past it, glancing to Krylancelo for a brief moment and then the captain before dropping her shy gaze to her hands fidgeting in her lap.
"... i-it's quite all right," she murmurs. "I... It's not your fault. I-I'm Faylen... and I can't thank you enough," she murmurs, bringing her arms to cross over her chest as she hugs her own form - seeming very much out of place in her own skin. One might think she was cold, but it could not be the case. "I... was afraid this nightmare would never end. At least that part did," she adds in a painfully sad whisper.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
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Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 14, 2016 9:58:07 GMT -8
"Glad we could help end it, those bastards deserved far worse then they got. I am Captain Gothmog Bloodsail ma'am. How do you feel?"
His tone was gruff, the disgust he felt at the bandit's actions evident in his voice as he talked. He spat into the fire, which flared up for a moment as the spit ignited.
"You want something to eat or drink Faylen?"
He gestured to the considerable amount of food and alcohol that remained in the cave, untouched thus far.
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krylancelo
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Traveling in search of an arcane teacher to help him regain his memories
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 17
Physical Description: Standing 5'9 inches, young Krylancelo has the stature of a young man who spent his morning toiling in a field. His skin tan from long days in the summer sun. Upon closer inspection, Krylancelo's astral nature becomes evident. His hair, shining a brilliant platinum silver. His eyes, one as golden as autumn dawn and the other is a bottomless cobalt wellspring. While his demeanor appears that of naivety and youth, his piercing gaze portrays power beyond even Krylancelo's own understanding.
"Picture from Omupied - Deviant art"
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Post by krylancelo on Jun 14, 2016 11:00:39 GMT -8
Krylancelo took the cue from Captain Gothmog. He hurriedly walked over to the pile of food. He frowned as he saw the quality of the food that was left from the bandits. He could not bring Lady Feylan a plate of this food. His gaze then shifted to the bottles of alcohol. He recalled the burning in his throat the previous night. Krylancelo concentrated inward and recalled one of his favorite meals. Spiced Potatoes with melted butter. Krylancelo specifically left out garlic from his conjuration.
He walked over and extended the plate to Lady Feylan. "please my lady"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2016 14:23:23 GMT -8
The woman brought her eyes open to glance across the rations and food options available, which Krylancelo deemed unfit - and then settled her eyes on the simple dish the man presented before her.
That stone in her gut pushed harder, or swelled. Something. Just looking at the food was making her feel ill, and it was evident by the expression on her face. With a slightly shaky hand she gently nudges the plate away from her. "... n-no thank you," she mutters pitifully, then bringing her hand up to massage her jaw. Her mouth was starting to hurt again, mostly along the top row of teeth. And why was her heart pounding so loudly in her ears? She was really starting to feel woozy.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
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Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 15, 2016 16:39:09 GMT -8
Captain Bloodsail calmly loaded the wooden stake into his crossbow as the woman began to act a little strange. If the transformation was beginning...no telling how well she would be able to control her urges. As he had no desire to become a bloodsucking monstrosity, he would be prepared to deal with it if necessary. He also grabbed one of the bottles of...questionable red liquid that the bandits had left behind and set it next to the woman.
"I am certain you can guess what's in there. No sense in hiding it, feel free to drink it if you need to, they had plenty more in the back, and I don't think Krylancelo or I will be drinking it."
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krylancelo
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Traveling in search of an arcane teacher to help him regain his memories
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 17
Physical Description: Standing 5'9 inches, young Krylancelo has the stature of a young man who spent his morning toiling in a field. His skin tan from long days in the summer sun. Upon closer inspection, Krylancelo's astral nature becomes evident. His hair, shining a brilliant platinum silver. His eyes, one as golden as autumn dawn and the other is a bottomless cobalt wellspring. While his demeanor appears that of naivety and youth, his piercing gaze portrays power beyond even Krylancelo's own understanding.
"Picture from Omupied - Deviant art"
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Post by krylancelo on Jun 15, 2016 17:06:14 GMT -8
Krylancelo sat the plate of food on the cavern floor. He had really hoped that she would eat it. Krylancelo sat down in front of Faylen. He had noticed the wooden stake being loaded into the crossbow. Krylancelo couldn't fault Captain Gothmog for being cautious. Krylancelo knew that he needed to be brave though. He wouldn't show fear in front of Faylen, or Gothmog for that matter. He needed Faylen to believe that everything would be alright. Krylancelo readied a spell in his mind. He would be prepared in case she was unable to control her primal urge. A simple spell, that would cause cavern to erupt in a blinding searing light, should she lunge for him. Hopefully such magic wouldn't be needed. Krylancelo would then reach forward and place his hands over hers with a soft caring touch.
"Lady Faylen, please listen carefully to what I say. We are going to help you through this. We are going to seek a cure together. Captain Gothmog and myself are going to do everything we can to take care of you."
Krylancelo gazed at the bottle the good captain produced. Would indulging in that vile bottle help her recover? Or would it send her down a path of no return. Krylancelo wished he knew the answer. At this juncture, he would have to trust in Captain Gothmog Bloodsail.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2016 18:33:34 GMT -8
Her eyes shifted to stare at the bottle the good captain placed beside her, and she could smell the contents. It made her sick... or rather, the fact her body was responding to it made her sick. She didn't want it - she didn't want to want it. Instead she forced those monstrous desires away, turning her shoulder to the bottle and drawing her knees up and to the side as she fidgeted her hands in her lap.
Krylancelo tried to hold her hands, which would result in her jumping slightly before he took them entirely. Her gaze remained on their joined hands - his calm and steady, while her own were quivering. Her sights settled upon his wrists, and she inhaled sharply as she could almost see the veins running beneath the skin... and the blood flow within them. A panicked little sound escaped her as she quickly yanked her hands back, retreating unto herself and scooting away from the man just a bit.
To say she was terrified was an understatement. It took everything she had to keep this close to calm as she managed.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 15, 2016 19:04:34 GMT -8
His patience had finally run out. Krylancelo's gentle attempts at fixing the woman were just gonna scare her more or get the white mage bit. He brushed his way quickly past the softspoken mage and grabbed the woman by the back of her clothing and stood her up on her feet looking her dead in the eye as he did so.
"See here Faylen. You have two choices now. You can whimper and hide and be afraid the rest of your life, in which case we might as well have left you with the bandits, or, you can woman up and accept what happened to you and quit your damn whining. You're a vampire now, and for the foreseeable future that isn't going to change. So either suck it up and quit whimpering like a lost puppy...or just continue to feel sorry for yourself and wallow in your own self-pity."
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krylancelo
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Traveling in search of an arcane teacher to help him regain his memories
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 17
Physical Description: Standing 5'9 inches, young Krylancelo has the stature of a young man who spent his morning toiling in a field. His skin tan from long days in the summer sun. Upon closer inspection, Krylancelo's astral nature becomes evident. His hair, shining a brilliant platinum silver. His eyes, one as golden as autumn dawn and the other is a bottomless cobalt wellspring. While his demeanor appears that of naivety and youth, his piercing gaze portrays power beyond even Krylancelo's own understanding.
"Picture from Omupied - Deviant art"
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Post by krylancelo on Jun 15, 2016 20:17:58 GMT -8
Krylancelo felt hopeful for a moment. He thought he had finally been able to reach out to Faylen. That dream came crashing down as tore her hands away from Krylancelo's own. His heart sank as she backed away frightened. Krylancelo began moving to reassure Faylen, when Captain Gothmog intervened and moved past him. Krylancelo winced when Gothmog pulled her up to her feet and gave her the ultimatum. Perhaps this method would get through to her. Would she be able to control her urges. Krylancelo saw the hunger in her eyes as they held hands. The thought sent shivers down his spine and made him feel nauseous. Krylancelo wouldn't speak. Captain Gothmog's approach might just be the best thing for her. This might rouse her into action.
"Please please PLEASE maintain control Lady Faylen!" he thought to himself. "Would I be able to fight her if she attacked Captain Gothmog?
Krylancelo was still prepared with his flare spell.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 10:55:55 GMT -8
Seeing the Orc cross the den made her cower further, and to have her body yanked up by a hold on the back of the toga ripped a very panicked yelp past her lips. A very terrified expression, akin to the one she held towards her previous captors, turned up to the captain as she listened - trembling slightly.
Any desire to feed was overwhelmed by her fear at this point. The need to draw sustenance wasn't powerful yet. Right now, she just wanted to go home. She was beyond tired of brutish men... she wanted home, where her lord would ensure she was tended to and bathed, fed and groomed. No more harsh words or cruel acts.
If the Orc still had a hold of the cloth hugging her figure, she would attempt to pull away from him. If not, indeed she would move away. And her intended direction would be the incline leading up to the exit tunnel. She wanted away from here.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 19, 2016 15:47:56 GMT -8
As the woman struggled in his hand he let her go with a slight smile on his face. So she did have some fight. Not a lot of it, but there was some there. He watched as she began to move towards the entrance, not even attempting to stop her. If she made it close to the entrance he would slowly begin to move after her, not threatening, just keeping an eye on her to make sure nothing happened to her.
"Come on Krylancelo, let's keep an eye on young Faylen here, and grab some of those bottles to keep us company! And maybe some food while you're at it."
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krylancelo
Established
Traveling in search of an arcane teacher to help him regain his memories
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 17
Physical Description: Standing 5'9 inches, young Krylancelo has the stature of a young man who spent his morning toiling in a field. His skin tan from long days in the summer sun. Upon closer inspection, Krylancelo's astral nature becomes evident. His hair, shining a brilliant platinum silver. His eyes, one as golden as autumn dawn and the other is a bottomless cobalt wellspring. While his demeanor appears that of naivety and youth, his piercing gaze portrays power beyond even Krylancelo's own understanding.
"Picture from Omupied - Deviant art"
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Post by krylancelo on Jun 19, 2016 18:34:41 GMT -8
Krylancelo Watched Faylen depart towards the cavern entrance. He gathered up the remaining bottles of alcohol and the more... vile liquid. Using some animal hide, Krylancelo made a makeshift sack to transport the drinks and some of the food as well. He took one last look in the back of the cavern. This foul cavern destroyed Faylen's life. Now she must rebuild her existence from scratch, with the added burden of vampirism. Krylancelo shuddered at the thought of the challenge ahead of her.
"Wait for me!"
Krylancelo tossed the sack over his shoulder, and began jogging towards the cavern entrance. As he came abreast with Captain Gothmog, Krylancelo playfully punched the captain in the arm. By the stars, the Captain is as sturdy as a mountain.
"Lets get going Captain, Lady Faylen is counting on us!"
Krylancelo would then continue after Faylen.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 19:07:54 GMT -8
Listening to the pair of them making plans to follow after her only upset her further, and even to her own surprise she found the strength to run. The moment she reached out and her hand found the wall of the tunnel winding up to the surface, she bolted as fast her legs would carry her.
Thankfully the dawn was approaching but the sun had yet to surface. She was safe for the time being, even if she was unaware of the danger posed by the rising fiery orb looking to hang in the sky once again. If she could, she would seek to clear the cavern and get away from the pair of them. No more brutish males, no more... she just wanted to be on her own, to get home. The closest she could get to maybe getting away from them was in the forest just next door.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 19, 2016 19:23:27 GMT -8
He let out a sigh as he watched the woman run off. Next time he was killing the bandits and then leaving the girl to her fate, especially if she was gonna do stupid fucking things like run off just before sunrise. He barely registered the punch from the mage before he watched the way too excited man take off. In a few strides he had caught up, easily maintainimg a punishing pace that would soon have him on Faylen's heels. But before that, he would give Krylancelo a friendly, for an orc, shove that if he didn't dodge would send him flying, the Captain's voice floating back to him.
"Don't punch an orc unless you wish to be hit back! That was your one warning!"
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krylancelo
Established
Traveling in search of an arcane teacher to help him regain his memories
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 17
Physical Description: Standing 5'9 inches, young Krylancelo has the stature of a young man who spent his morning toiling in a field. His skin tan from long days in the summer sun. Upon closer inspection, Krylancelo's astral nature becomes evident. His hair, shining a brilliant platinum silver. His eyes, one as golden as autumn dawn and the other is a bottomless cobalt wellspring. While his demeanor appears that of naivety and youth, his piercing gaze portrays power beyond even Krylancelo's own understanding.
"Picture from Omupied - Deviant art"
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Clothes and Equipment: Garbed in a simple white toga and sandals, Krylancelo carries nothing else on his person. Krylancelo manifests any item he may need.
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Post by krylancelo on Jun 19, 2016 20:23:31 GMT -8
Krylancelo would be thrown back from the force of the Captain's shove. Krylancelo winced as crashed into the cavern wall. The strength at Gothmogs command was incredible. Krylancelo would return to his feet as quickly as possible, pick up the sack of food and drink, and continue up the path towards daylight. From what he could see, the storms must have passed in the night. Soon he would be far from this awful cavern and into the bright light of the sun. Krylancelo then realized the potential disaster Faylen was sprinting towards. In a panic, Krylancelo would pick up his pace after the woman. He had to reach her before she reached the threshold of the cavern.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2016 16:30:07 GMT -8
She found the surface before the pair of them could catch her and stumbled as the earth evened out and began to bear fresh green grass and vividly brown soil. She recovered and swung around a boulder marking the hole in the hillside, scampering up the small incline and tearing off into the trees - despite her delicate royal upbringing, she was graced with a pair of long and strong legs to carry her far, potentially enhanced by the new blood that soiled her veins. She just wanted to get away - if she had to, she was determined to find her own way home in this monstrous world outside the safe haven of castle walls and looming towers... even if she didn't know how and was liable to get herself killed.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 22, 2016 2:18:02 GMT -8
Gothmog cursed and increased his pace, that girl was far faster than she looked. He caught a glimpse of her running up the hill and into the forest, and followed as best he could. The hole in the hillside took some effort to get up thanks to his massive size, but make it he did. He realized that if anyone saw this they would think him some sort of monster, chasing after a poor defenseless girl. The thought made him chuckle as he shook his head at the irony of that. He managed to keep the girl's white form in his vision, and was very slowly gaining on her.
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