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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2017 10:02:48 GMT -8
@huntinglegion Live. Considering her current predicament, she thought it wiser to obey. She let out a huff of a breath as she tried to stop straining to work against the poison in her system. Then again, with little to no control over her body she couldn't tell if she was relaxed or not. It was near maddening, and she still felt like she was struggling all the while she was dragged. There were more peering eyes from those in this foul excuse for a camp. Despite having nothing in her stomach, she felt sick when the scent overwhelmed her once inside the walls. Yet she couldn't fear becoming ill on the spot - she couldn't even move. She just hoped she wasn't sick and choked due to her inability to move. Her vision was still unclear, but there was a color shift. It was maybe a tent she was being dragged to. She began to fear the worst. The lead Gnoll would shoo off his comrades from the tent, and then grabbed @ketsueki by the back of her clothes and dragged her into the rather barren and plain tent. The inside was nearly empty, it consisted of multiple thick chunks of wood protruding from caked mud. One in the center, and one for every corner of the tent. Off in the back left corner was a man clad in only torn trousers slumped against the stake, with both his hands tied above his head to the top of the post. He wasn’t conscious, and it didn’t appear he was alive either. The gnoll pulled her all the way into the tent, and flipped her back again face down it the dried mud. He crouched next to her and used one of his large rough clawed hands to wrap it around the back of her neck. “Let’s see if dis is your first time. Heh.”He drew a knife with his free hand and brought it down upon her back. Except, he wasn’t cutting flesh. He carefully cut open the upper back of her clothes to reveal her shoulder blades. She didn’t have the mark. Fresh meat for the Legion. “You stay rite there, I’ll be back for you soon.”The Gnoll got up and left through the rear of the tent to go do something. @ketsueki wasn’t tied to one of those stakes yet, but her hands were still restrained and the poison was present in her veins. |
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Sollix
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Physical Description: Sollix is 8 feet when standing tall, but usually, his legs are bowed and back hunched putting him more at 6'5"
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Post by Sollix on Nov 20, 2017 11:11:38 GMT -8
“I smell human and see human run.” The troll gestured over the wall to where the ninja had been spying. “You smell different. And not run so well. Huk Huk.” Sollix’s head bobbed as he laughed. Despite his massive height and monstrous tusks the troll was nonthreatening. Posturing was not needed with the little people and caused more harm than good. So Solix had been told.by his master. “Where boss?” Sollix did not attempt any more small talk. Unless the Mordane could speak any of the troll dialects communication would be limited. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2017 17:07:00 GMT -8
@huntinglegion
She hit the ground again, listening in terror to that beast above her. If she hadn't been paralyzed she would've have been trembling - what was he planning to do with her?!
When her shoulders were laid bare to his eyes she felt her heart begin to hammer painfully in her chest - the only mark the demon would find was a prior brand that stood as a mark of exile from Tawakoshi, and the shame and horror that went with it was renewed momentarily as it was revealed.
He left shortly after, and she struggled further against her paralysis. She was beginning to sweat as she roared internally and strained to move. The most she managed was another minor twitch of her foot. Her fingers. Her knee. She felt one in her shoulder and became hopeful, but she couldn't find any reprieve more than that.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2017 21:31:50 GMT -8
@huntinglegion She hit the ground again, listening in terror to that beast above her. If she hadn't been paralyzed she would've have been trembling - what was he planning to do with her?! When her shoulders were laid bare to his eyes she felt her heart begin to hammer painfully in her chest - the only mark the demon would find was a prior brand that stood as a mark of exile from Tawakoshi, and the shame and horror that went with it was renewed momentarily as it was revealed. He left shortly after, and she struggled further against her paralysis. She was beginning to sweat as she roared internally and strained to move. The most she managed was another minor twitch of her foot. Her fingers. Her knee. She felt one in her shoulder and became hopeful, but she couldn't find any reprieve more than that. Before he’d left he saw the old worn mark she’d gotten from Tawakoshi, he didn’t know what it meant, nor where it was from. He just assumed some other group of people had some sort of claim to her or that was a mark of where she was from. During the few minutes wait time, she would be able to hear the Gnoll speaking a guttural tongue to someone outside the back. Eventually her captor would return, with a sizzling red hot branding iron held with both hands. Behind him, followed a smaller kobold, who donned little armor, but had a crown or circlet of bones and feathers around her head, a shaman. “Quick, let’s do this.” He snarled as he swung the orange tip over to the female kobold. She waved her hand over the tip, and blue magical light lit up the tent for a moment. After that light faded, the branding tip would change color from a burning red, to a glowing purple until it reached a bright cyan. Hopefully before @ketsueki could try squirming away, he moved over to plant a firm foot on her back.Now with his new pet underfoot, he told the kobold to leave, she was no longer needed. “If you say, Kiznarr.” That was the Gnoll’s name. She left the way she came in, leaving the two of them alone with the blue light from the iron glowing on the Gnoll's crooked smile. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2017 21:44:21 GMT -8
That hiss of molten hot steel was too familiar. It made her blood run cold - she couldn't see from where she was face down in the dirt and unable to turn her head, but she had a damn good idea what was happening - or about to. She screamed through clenched teeth, unable to open her mouth and protest, and managed a very subtle wiggle in panic - before she was trapped beneath his foot.
She begged silently for mercy, as if he could hear her. She didn't want this again - no more pain. No more branding. She just wanted to leave and run until her legs quit and they couldn't find her. A tear rolled down her cheek as the fear and anticipation choked her.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2017 22:04:33 GMT -8
That hiss of molten hot steel was too familiar. It made her blood run cold - she couldn't see from where she was face down in the dirt and unable to turn her head, but she had a damn good idea what was happening - or about to. She screamed through clenched teeth, unable to open her mouth and protest, and managed a very subtle wiggle in panic - before she was trapped beneath his foot. She begged silently for mercy, as if he could hear her. She didn't want this again - no more pain. No more branding. She just wanted to leave and run until her legs quit and they couldn't find her. A tear rolled down her cheek as the fear and anticipation choked her. He plunged the rod down upon her old mark, covering up her past with Tawakoshi, and giving her a new future. None of that past mattered now. He let it sizzle and burn into her flesh as the magic imbued itself with sign, listening to her screams until the sheer pain would knock her out. At least the poison helped with the pain. When she awoke, she’d be in the same tent as which she started in, except this time her back was against the center wooden pole, and her left hand was tied up to the top of the stake. Next to her, surprisingly was her pack, it was missing multiple important things. The money and all of her remotely sharp tools or weapons were gone, however anything else, the clothes and such, were there. On the opposite side of the pole (directly behind her) was a bucket of somewhat clean water, with a loaf of stale and soggy bread floating in the water. The Gnoll was nowhere in sight, and a crack of light came the the tent openings, it was roughly morning. The poison was finished, however she’d note that nearly all her muscles were sore, but she could speak and move, even if it hurt a bit. Her freshly placed mark was still raw, and touching it with anything would shoot pain on the spot. She’d be glad now that the back of her top was cut so it did not rub. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2017 22:19:51 GMT -8
All she could remember was the blinding pain when she finally stirred. She started to lift her head and sit up straight, and instantly regretted it. There was a mix of pain and unfamiliarity in her own body, and she let out a very vocal whimper at the shock. But she relished in the fact she could actually turn her head and take in her surroundings from her lack of items to her bound wrist to the lifeless man she shared the tent with. Despite the state of the bread, she forced herself to move to snatch it from the water.
She almost gagged on the bread, but the desperation for food was stronger than the reflex.
What now...? She eased herself this time into sitting upright, and felt the very tender flesh burned now pull as she rolled her shoulder. There was no stopping tears from surfacing - it was a jarring pain. Her head was on a swivel again, and she focused her attention on her bound hand and the post it was tethered to.
... she could try to free herself. Maybe. She had little strength but if there was a knot...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2017 22:31:21 GMT -8
All she could remember was the blinding pain when she finally stirred. She started to lift her head and sit up straight, and instantly regretted it. There was a mix of pain and unfamiliarity in her own body, and she let out a very vocal whimper at the shock. But she relished in the fact she could actually turn her head and take in her surroundings from her lack of items to her bound wrist to the lifeless man she shared the tent with. Despite the state of the bread, she forced herself to move to snatch it from the water. She almost gagged on the bread, but the desperation for food was stronger than the reflex. What now...? She eased herself this time into sitting upright, and felt the very tender flesh burned now pull as she rolled her shoulder. There was no stopping tears from surfacing - it was a jarring pain. Her head was on a swivel again, and she focused her attention on her bound hand and the post it was tethered to. ... she could try to free herself. Maybe. She had little strength but if there was a knot... The rope was indeed knotted, but nothing complex, as these bandits’ thought processes weren’t much more complex than the tight knot pinning her hand to the post. From outside the front of the tent, the voices of around 3 of those bandits could be heard. She couldn’t tell if one of them was Kiznarr, but they didn’t seem to be moving. They were just loitering and chatting out front about yesterday. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2017 23:13:19 GMT -8
@huntinglegion
She froze when she picked up on the three outside the tent, unsure if they were going to enter. But after several moments there wasn't a change. No one came into the tent. She had a little bit of privacy to start working at the knot. It was drawn tight, a little too much after she wriggled and twisted her hand to test the hold. Despite how much she ached from head to toe and how tired she was, she gripped that rope in her other hand and pulled herself up onto her knees for a little more height. From there, she had to pry at the rope with painful fingers and her teeth to finally get it to loosen.
When she finally got her hand free she slumped back down against the post and let out a quiet breath of relief, flexing that hand to regain the rest of her feeling in it. Now... she had to figure out what to do next. A look through her bag revealed she was unarmed again, so she couldn't cut an exit through the tent from the back. She had nothing. A glance was spared to the dead man hanging off another post, and she grimaced - she wasn't about to approach the body. She was fairly certain he didn't have anything to assist him or her at this point.
Hesitant, she would attempt to creep near the folds of the tent entrance and peer out between them - to see who or what all was there, and what she might be able to do. Provided they didn't catch her peeking, which... would likely end very badly if they found out she was loose...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 6:42:18 GMT -8
@huntinglegion She froze when she picked up on the three outside the tent, unsure if they were going to enter. But after several moments there wasn't a change. No one came into the tent. She had a little bit of privacy to start working at the knot. It was drawn tight, a little too much after she wriggled and twisted her hand to test the hold. Despite how much she ached from head to toe and how tired she was, she gripped that rope in her other hand and pulled herself up onto her knees for a little more height. From there, she had to pry at the rope with painful fingers and her teeth to finally get it to loosen. When she finally got her hand free she slumped back down against the post and let out a quiet breath of relief, flexing that hand to regain the rest of her feeling in it. Now... she had to figure out what to do next. A look through her bag revealed she was unarmed again, so she couldn't cut an exit through the tent from the back. She had nothing. A glance was spared to the dead man hanging off another post, and she grimaced - she wasn't about to approach the body. She was fairly certain he didn't have anything to assist him or her at this point. Hesitant, she would attempt to creep near the folds of the tent entrance and peer out between them - to see who or what all was there, and what she might be able to do. Provided they didn't catch her peeking, which... would likely end very badly if they found out she was loose... The deceased man indeed was not wielding anything or would be of use, she was on her own. She would be able to creep to the front of the tent unheard and would peek out, but likely only for a moment. The three (a gnoll, goblin and kobold) standing out front a meter or so had their backs turned to the tent entrance, so they didn’t see her when she looked out. The Gnoll outside wasn’t Kiznarr, he didn’t have the same mark along his snout. One goblin who was passing by had given her a quick look as he led on his own human slave, but didn’t seem to shout or be concerned that he saw a human looking out of a tent somewhat suspiciously. After a moment it seemed no one was after her, no sounds had changed around her. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 7:36:04 GMT -8
@huntinglegion
Locking eyes with the creature that moved along his way made her heart stop and she moved away from the folds of the tent, scared. But nothing seemed to happen. It took several long minute to calm her frantic heartbeat to something resembling normal.
Well... she was well on her own here. What could she do? It was morning with broad daylight - even with her jutsu and abilities she was well out of her element to try and slip away. Plus she had very little room outside the tent before she would likely make physical contact with those standing just outside. What to do...?
... leverage. She returned to the post to look over the rope that bound her hand in place, but something better came to mind. Her attention went to the inside of her pack and found the kimono - more importantly, the obi sash. She could use that... but the question was, if she managed to strangle one what of the other two? They wouldn't give her the time she would need to actually incapacitate the one she decided to attack, and just leave her in a precarious position to be attacked by all three in the end.
Well... maybe she could keep it on hand for the moment. Perhaps someone, alone, might come by. Maybe even the one called Kiznarr... and she might be able to get to him instead. Beyond that, it still seemed pointless... but a part of her wanted to make that beastly creature hurt as much as she did and still felt.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 10:18:32 GMT -8
@huntinglegion Locking eyes with the creature that moved along his way made her heart stop and she moved away from the folds of the tent, scared. But nothing seemed to happen. It took several long minute to calm her frantic heartbeat to something resembling normal. Well... she was well on her own here. What could she do? It was morning with broad daylight - even with her jutsu and abilities she was well out of her element to try and slip away. Plus she had very little room outside the tent before she would likely make physical contact with those standing just outside. What to do...? ... leverage. She returned to the post to look over the rope that bound her hand in place, but something better came to mind. Her attention went to the inside of her pack and found the kimono - more importantly, the obi sash. She could use that... but the question was, if she managed to strangle one what of the other two? They wouldn't give her the time she would need to actually incapacitate the one she decided to attack, and just leave her in a precarious position to be attacked by all three in the end. Well... maybe she could keep it on hand for the moment. Perhaps someone, alone, might come by. Maybe even the one called Kiznarr... and she might be able to get to him instead. Beyond that, it still seemed pointless... but a part of her wanted to make that beastly creature hurt as much as she did and still felt. The three out front continued idling around, and the goblin who’d seen her didn’t say a thing to them. She was in the clear for now.' "Havin' teh go out last night, yeesh. Lost all mah sleep."
"Oh please, we haven't been doin nuthin recently, you should be happy for the activity then."Out back of the tent was the shuffling of a single fellow, which sounded almost as if they were stomping out the remains of the fire in the back that was used to heat the branding rod last night. Perhaps it was Kiznarr? |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 10:36:30 GMT -8
The Hunting Legion Sollix He had been allowed inside, at least that was over with. He began to walk towards the gate leading inside and drew closer to the Troll, Sollix, as he spoke. Before entering the encampment to begin looking for the boss he would speak directly to the Troll. "Sure why don't you come with me. Let's go find the boss." After walking for a bit more he would add "Oh, and you never did tell me exactly who else is here, seeing as you mentioned that there was another human about." Mordane figured having a troll on his side couldn't hurt, he didn't seem very smart but he looked like he could rip off the side of a barn with his bare hands. Not someone he wanted as an enemy. Once inside he would begin looking around, drawing closer to what seemed to be the center of the encampment. The stench of the place was horrible at first but it wasn't something Mordane wasn't previously acquainted with. He had been through plenty camps more squalid and filth ridden, although those had been of the human variety. While walking he would keep a close eye out for anything that seemed interesting. Wether it be another human or a kobold that looked like it was in charge. “I smell human and see human run.” The troll gestured over the wall to where the ninja had been spying. “You smell different. And not run so well. Huk Huk.” Sollix’s head bobbed as he laughed. Despite his massive height and monstrous tusks the troll was nonthreatening. Posturing was not needed with the little people and caused more harm than good. So Solix had been told.by his master. “Where boss?” Sollix did not attempt any more small talk. Unless the Mordane could speak any of the troll dialects communication would be limited. The two would banter as they trudged along the center pathway, that went towards the largest tent near the center, with a beacon of dark blue flame glowing atop it in a brazier. Onlookers on the side lanes of the pathway would give them the sideways glance with their eyes, but wouldn’t dare intervene. Eventually on their left there would be the entrance to the larger tent, guarded by two heavily armed guards with a poleaxe and a halberd. A Gnoll and a kobold defended the entrance. It looked as if they wouldn’t be able to enter without talking to one of them first. |
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Sollix
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Age: 25
Physical Description: Sollix is 8 feet when standing tall, but usually, his legs are bowed and back hunched putting him more at 6'5"
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Post by Sollix on Nov 21, 2017 11:17:16 GMT -8
Mordane @huntinglegion Having apparently found the camp leaders tent, Sollix stooped low to enter. “I am Sollix.” Said the troll speaking in his own language, which would hopefully be not so different than that of the Kobolds. “My master, Ixen Fueryon, has sent me on a very important quest for which I have come to you for help. My master is generous and has already sent me with a piece of the reward.” Sollix got right down to business. If no one had understood his troll tongue than they were sure to understand this. Out of his bag he pulled a carefully rolled map. Then he upended the bag and out spilled a pile of old golden coins and sparkling jewels.
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Mordane
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Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 22
Physical Description: Stands at 6 feet and 4 inches tall
Green eyes pale skin and his hair is a dark shade of red, which eventually earned him a few nicknames as it beared slight resemblance to the blood he spilled.
Clothes and Equipment: Mordane is most commonly dressed in full plate adorned with only blue cloth. On occasions where he is not in his armor he wears simple clothes, brown pants and a white shirt with a splash of blue along the collar.
A pack with all of the traveling necessities is tied to his back along with his weapon, a plain steel claymore, weathered over years of use but maintained exceptionally well.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 19:48:43 GMT -8
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Post by Mordane on Nov 21, 2017 11:44:50 GMT -8
Sollix @huntinglegion Mordane followed in behind Sollix, expecting the rather diminutive kobolds standing guard not to get in his way, if they did he would not be responsible for any dead lizards. After entering the tent he would stay behind the Troll and a little to the left, staying in plain view for anyone that was in the tent but also allowing the Troll to speak first, as he seemed to have a goal in mind. When he began to speak in a strange tongue and then eventually let loose a small fortune on to the ground he was more than a little surprised. It seemed there was more to Sollix than meets the eye, and Mordane was interested to see where this was going.
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Nat'ia
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Stealin' valuables
Roleplay posts: 50 
Age: 22 Years
Physical Description: Mostly Reptilian features yet somewhat Avian
5' tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on left shoulder
Clothes and Equipment: Discolored light leather armor
A beat up Wooden buckler
Javelins, 4 total
Balanced Machete with some wear and tear along the blade.
Player's online availability : Eh
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Post by Nat'ia on Nov 21, 2017 13:00:08 GMT -8
Sollix @huntinglegion Mordane followed in behind Sollix, expecting the rather diminutive kobolds standing guard not to get in his way, if they did he would not be responsible for any dead lizards. After entering the tent he would stay behind the Troll and a little to the left, staying in plain view for anyone that was in the tent but also allowing the Troll to speak first, as he seemed to have a goal in mind. When he began to speak in a strange tongue and then eventually let loose a small fortune on to the ground he was more than a little surprised. It seemed there was more to Sollix than meets the eye, and Mordane was interested to see where this was going. They'd remain unresponsive, letting the troll and the armored man through without any trouble. They’d gotten word ahead that they were coming to see Nat'ia. The duo would be allowed to pass through the tent’s curtain door unchallenged. The wooden throne carried Nat’ia with another guard one either side of it, she sat on it upright, a different form and style than when Zhax was in charge. She remained straight to the point, also unlike their previous leader. “What would you two like from me?” |
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Mordane
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Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 22
Physical Description: Stands at 6 feet and 4 inches tall
Green eyes pale skin and his hair is a dark shade of red, which eventually earned him a few nicknames as it beared slight resemblance to the blood he spilled.
Clothes and Equipment: Mordane is most commonly dressed in full plate adorned with only blue cloth. On occasions where he is not in his armor he wears simple clothes, brown pants and a white shirt with a splash of blue along the collar.
A pack with all of the traveling necessities is tied to his back along with his weapon, a plain steel claymore, weathered over years of use but maintained exceptionally well.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 19:48:43 GMT -8
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Post by Mordane on Nov 21, 2017 13:17:03 GMT -8
Nat'ia SollixMordane strode towards the center of the room, placing himself in front of Nat'ia at a relatively safe distance. The banging of metal on metal as Mordane walked became the only noise in the tent as it had drawn silent once the kobold leader had spoken. Mordane addressed her directly and got straight to the point as well, "I would like to join your band here, at least for a little while, simply put I like to fight, and I like to get payed for it." Truth be told Mordane had other motives for joining but he didn't let that show. He wanted to see how interesting things were around here first.
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Sollix
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Age: 25
Physical Description: Sollix is 8 feet when standing tall, but usually, his legs are bowed and back hunched putting him more at 6'5"
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Post by Sollix on Nov 21, 2017 13:20:05 GMT -8
It seemed that the leader of this band was not that interested in the piles of gold and jewels that Sollix had brought. Perhaps such wealth did not have the same value here. Sollix scratched his head wondering if the leader could even comprehend his dialect. Sollix pushed on anyways. The map was unfurled and held flat by a stack of gold on each corner. The troll picked two gems from the pile of treasure and laid one within a desert east of Isra and the other in the mountains north west of that. Sollix beckoned Mordane over to the table and spoke in common, “treasure here,” he pointed to the marker in the desert. “Gold here,” his finger moved to the location in the mountains. “We get. We bring. Much gold for us.” His arm gesture included everyone in the room. Sollix looked towards the Kobold leader. "I give gold. I need warriors, many warriors." Sollix pointed to the gold on the table, then to the camp below them. If he did not pay much attention to Mordane it was because he had more confidence in the money-lust of man. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 16:40:38 GMT -8
@huntinglegion
The back entrance to the tent caught her attention with more motion and sound past the flaps. Why she hadn't thought on that exit, she wasn't sure, but now there was a problem with that - what was out there? A little shaky on her legs with her lack of strength and energy, she pushed herself back up onto her feet and crept over to the second entrance in hopes of peeking out once again.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 20:34:54 GMT -8
@huntinglegion The back entrance to the tent caught her attention with more motion and sound past the flaps. Why she hadn't thought on that exit, she wasn't sure, but now there was a problem with that - what was out there? A little shaky on her legs with her lack of strength and energy, she pushed herself back up onto her feet and crept over to the second entrance in hopes of peeking out once again. Through the tent flaps to the rear, @ketsueki would spy a lone female kobold wielding a quarter-staff poking at the ashes from the fire out back. It was the same shaman from last night, wearing that familiar little crown of feathers upon her head. It was unclear to the ninja if her magic that made the glowing metal blue had hurt her more or less, or what it even meant in the first place. The reptilian creature seemed frail compared to its male counterparts, although it could’ve possibly been younger. Who knows, it was part of the cold-blooded killers of the Legion regardless. Her back was to the tent door, it wasn’t hers after all, and distracted with drawing unfamiliar symbols in the dead embers, making her a easy target. The question was if there was anyone around a corner, or perhaps a bit far down to the right or left that could see her that @ketsueki could not see from her position. |
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