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Post by ForeverFrostWings on Mar 3, 2006 8:20:16 GMT -5
Myren walked on and then stopped when they reached the forge, pushing open the door. Warmth flooded out melting the icicles that hung from the door. "Get you warm firstly... And to fix up yer leg" He gestured to the seat across the room indicating for Justin to sit. Then shut the door behind him. "Friend of mine owns this forge. He wont mind me bringin' ya here" The giant turned around a cloth covered in water in his hand.
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Post by Valsharen on Mar 3, 2006 8:23:43 GMT -5
Justin cautiously sat down in the seat. The warmth hit him in the face like a wall and he almost staggered backwards into Myren. Sitting down in the chair, he leant down and began to unbuckly the shin armour on his left leg where he was sliced. Dropping the shining metal to the floor, he sighed at the releaved weight on his leg. He took off his hat and put it on the floor ontop of the armour and shook his head vigorously, leaving him with very scruffy hair. "ugh i hate it when i does this..." he growled as he felt what his hair looked like. "Impossible to tame...But i don't want to have it cut...It keeps me warm" he finished, letting out a hearty laugh.
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Post by ForeverFrostWings on Mar 3, 2006 8:29:31 GMT -5
Myren laughed and brushed his baldhead with one hand as he held the wet cloth to Justin's wound with the other. "No sweat boy, why'dya think i havent got none?" He asked smiling. "Very gifted lad you are, how'd you come to be such way?" He asked curiously the boys every emotion flooding through him pain not being one of them despite the large gash along his shin
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Post by Valsharen on Mar 3, 2006 11:53:55 GMT -5
Don't really know about me' history..." Justin said, frowning a bit. "But i've been travelling Aranna as an adventurer and mercenary...It's the easiest way to make a living" He scratched his hair idly, The throb in his leg had died down to nothing now, not that he even felt it. He was covered in scars so literally nothing hurt too much...
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Post by A Lobster Formally Known as Zi on Mar 3, 2006 18:19:15 GMT -5
Zathela scratched the tip of her blue nose. The itch had been bothering her for awhile now. It allways seemed to reapear when something bad was about to happen, but she didn't take much heed. Thela wasn't very supersticious, and the thought of an obnoxious itch seemed supersticious to her, so she ignored it. She had been watching all the commotion in town, and had sescided to tag along inconspiculously. She followed the "heros" easily, as they made some noise. She descided, if worse came to worse, she'd rob their dead bodies and be off before sunset. And if, though the fates seemed against it, but if they somehow succeded in this quest of sorts, she would wait untill they had recieved their prize, pull off a little charm, and rob them blind. Thela was thinking happilly of all the gold she would be swimming in when she got a little too close to the pair she happened to be stalking, walking straight into the forge. She squeeled, loudly, knowing they could deffinately see her-- should they look, and ducked behind some random forge stuff.
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Post by ForeverFrostWings on Mar 3, 2006 19:41:41 GMT -5
Myren looked up from Justin and stood large double-headed axe in hand. He stepped forward eyes darting to every inch of the forge. "Whose there!?" he called threateningly rearanging the grip on his axe. "Come out." While walking here he has been having the sensation they wer being followed, and now he knew they were.
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Post by A Lobster Formally Known as Zi on Mar 3, 2006 20:11:28 GMT -5
Thela had to think fast. "Just a defenceless girl," she said, crawling into the light. "Surely a coupla nice fella like you wouldn't hurt the likes of poor little me." She flashed a smile, that didn't look in the least bit guilty.
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Post by ForeverFrostWings on Mar 4, 2006 3:17:37 GMT -5
Myren stared at the girl for a moent then chuckled. "Defenseless is not a word i would use for you." He lowered his axe. "But no, i wont hurt you as long as my purse remains full" He tapped the small pouch at his waist before turning back to Justin. "Felling any better?" he asked kindly.
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Post by Valsharen on Mar 4, 2006 6:39:54 GMT -5
"Much" he summed up in one word. He bent down and strapped on his shin armour once more, taking another wet cloth and wiping the blood from it. Standing up, he eyed up the unusual girl before him, he had never seen someone like her before. "Who...what...are you?" he said, his eyes lingering on the strange colour of her skin.
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Post by A Lobster Formally Known as Zi on Mar 4, 2006 14:01:13 GMT -5
Thela smirked. "Generally when a man meets a woman he's supposed to bow, say his name, and ask the lady her's politely." She now examined her pale finegrnails. "I shan't answer a single question about who I am untill you have introduced yourselves properly."
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Post by Valsharen on Mar 4, 2006 17:23:14 GMT -5
Justin narrowed his eyes, a tuft of red hair falling over one idly. "I am no gentleman...If i followed by those rules i'd have my throat slashed along the road several miles back.". The redhead's hand nerviously twitched, itching for a reason to fight. His sword-use at the Gauntlet had been minimal, and he was eager to test it's new edge.
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Post by A Lobster Formally Known as Zi on Mar 4, 2006 18:06:20 GMT -5
"Of course," she said, pushing herself to her feet. "Well, no reason to be rude." She curtsied, flaring her short skirt in her bow. "I'm Zathela," she said, "My friends call me Thela-- or they would if I had any friends--" she glanced up at the men, eagerly. "I'm an Utraean, and if you need a sorcerous for your quest, I must say I'm excellent in all magic fields, but combat magic is my specialty." She stood, awaiting their answer.
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Post by Valsharen on Mar 4, 2006 18:09:04 GMT -5
Justin arched his brow curiously, doubtyfully. "You did not pass the Gauntet" he whispered audiably. "We have no proof a girl would be of any help to us"
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Post by A Lobster Formally Known as Zi on Mar 4, 2006 18:11:18 GMT -5
Thela thinned her eyes at the human. "You want proof?" she asked, lifting her staff.
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Post by Valsharen on Mar 4, 2006 18:12:51 GMT -5
"Depends how you wish to prove it" he muttered, his eyes alive with excitement but his voice issueing as a tired tone. His left hand scratched his head as his right hung loosly by his side. He approached the girl slowly and stopped a few meters away.
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