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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2015 11:49:33 GMT -8
She grabbed the blade of the sword, not caring that her hand would slice open, releasing the spell. His sword would become iced over and so cold that if he didn't let go of it, his hand would become frost bitten. She immediately vanished from beneath him. The silence would tick away. As far as the necklace went? Yeah, it would dissolve into sand the moment he tried to pick it up.
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Warden Sherwood
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Roleplay posts: 55 
Age: 39
Physical Description: Toned, grizzled, been on the road too long.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly furs, scrap armor, different things he can find.
Player's online availability : Randomly.
Registered: Apr 2, 2015 21:19:22 GMT -8
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Post by Warden Sherwood on May 6, 2015 15:12:38 GMT -8
Frustrated in lieu of a payout, he walks off back to his camp.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2015 15:26:19 GMT -8
Angered by him, she was not about to leave without maiming him a little. She had materialized a small distance away, and seeing that the sun was rising, she had to work fast... She did not intend to kill the man, just make him remember her. She crouched low in the grass, waiting patiently for him to find his camp again... And with his back to her, she sent her dagger flying, aimed at his shoulder. Then she would flee the scene. He wasn't worth the blood. Yes, he might be able to follow her if he spotted the blood trail she left in her wake. Again, she hadn't intended to kill him.
-----------------------And she is gone------------------------
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