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| 16 Jun 2013 01:23 PM |
Name: Sierra Ekac Age: 32 Gender: Female Phys: A whip-like set of auburn hair, drizzling down her left side of her thin, but stiff enough to withstand one or so slashes. Her blue eyes illuminating the strange nose detail by a mounstrous dragon, okay. It was a baby wolf.. Dang it hurt though, her pale skin takes a dim feature, dirt crossed in her eyes, sputtering out dust from the painful trips by her thin-like legs. Weapon: Spear Class: Phalanx Spells: Float and Headache
Yes, it appears that you finally have gotten a grip on what small portion you know, as you walk down the road. Luckily for you, or maybe not so luckily, you saw a spear laying on the road, clearly dropped. Your little knowledge in raider weapons concludes you that a bandit probably used it, but not nearly as good as real bandit spears. It's a bronze spear, which you guess it OK, but definitely not something you want to fight with. Down the road a bit farther, is two cottages, on the side of the road. Farmlands surrounds both, and you see a young lad, maybe about 18, sitting on a chair, playing lonely chords. He has a wooden crossbow next to him, with a quiver of arrows. He sits on the porch of the first cottage.
The nightmare has begun for you, Sierra. Go forth, and forge your own path.
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| 16 Jun 2013 01:26 PM |
(Spell Ekac backwards, lol)
Sierra-
Fiddling with the small bronze spear, allowing it to rub against the warm soil. Good or bad manners confront me. For I slowly walk forward for what is to confront me of this man |
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| 16 Jun 2013 01:31 PM |
[I noticed.]
You begin to walk, somewhat wobbly, footsteps to the male. He obviously noticed you, as he flicks your eyes to you, but then back to his fingers. He's worried too, as he hits a wrong note twice. |
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| 16 Jun 2013 01:36 PM |
| Sit by him, I want to learn everything possible. Maybe I can get this for my own |
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| 16 Jun 2013 01:43 PM |
| You walk up to him, and sit on the porch. "Uh, er.. well.. mhmm.. ugh.." He says, before finally speaking. "Aren-aren't you d-d-dead?" He is stuttering a lot, and it appears that the only thing keeping him in his chair is his guitar, which he is strumming somewhat frantically, and it sort of hurts the ear with his playing. |
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| 16 Jun 2013 01:49 PM |
Sierra-
"I-I don't know anymore." I mumble, I had the sudden urge to kill this man. But to also befriend him. Mumbling, I tried to cast the spells through my mind "Headache.. Headache." I mumbled, |
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| 16 Jun 2013 01:56 PM |
| You cast the spell headache, and you see him grimace in pain. Your magic is far to weak, but luckily, he's distracted and in pain. Far too easy to control, honestly. |
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| 16 Jun 2013 01:59 PM |
Sierra-
"I-I'm sorry.." I mumble, tears slowly dripping. He seems so peaceful to kill. I grasp his head, drop my spear and comfort him |
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| 16 Jun 2013 02:18 PM |
| Once you drop the spell, he grabs his pocket, as you move towards. "I knew it I knew it your one of them one of them..." He rants, pulling out a carved stone dagger, threatening to kill you, but you think he lacks the guts to kill, to be honest. |
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| 16 Jun 2013 02:19 PM |
Sierra-
I shamefully allow my knee to bend, crossing both my arms, my bronze spear being 6 feet away "Do what you must." I mumble, tears still shedding from my eyes |
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| 16 Jun 2013 02:25 PM |
| His eyes have conflicted emotion, and you definitely know he can't kill you. He keeps the knife out, just looking at you. |
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| 16 Jun 2013 02:28 PM |
Sierra-
I studded "I-I'm just looking for a family, for life." My eyes tear up, making a small bit of eye contact. I lay there on the ground, sobbing away |
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| 16 Jun 2013 03:11 PM |
| "My family's de-dead... because of you... you witches..." |
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| 16 Jun 2013 03:50 PM |
Sierra-
"I-I would of never done th-that." I mumble, placing my pale hand firm on my neck, giving it a tense grip |
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| 16 Jun 2013 03:54 PM |
| ''I know y-y-y-your kind..." He stutters. "Fath-father's friends too-took care of you..." |
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| 16 Jun 2013 04:00 PM |
| "Pl-Please." I mumble, my face only taking a smirk. My mind has decided, time to clash this to an end. Softly, my voice grumbles a small sound "Headache." |
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| 16 Jun 2013 04:09 PM |
| He doesn't drop the knife, but he looks very in pain. |
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| 16 Jun 2013 04:12 PM |
Sierra-
Before he has any chance to move, I sprint, grasping the bronze spear from it's place on the ground. "HEADACHE!" I yell once more, sprinting once more to his length. Holding the bronze spear in the sun's light. Allowing it to thrash by my grip's motion. Jabbing him |
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| 16 Jun 2013 05:04 PM |
| You lurch back, grabbing your spear, You see the boy throw his knife, and it hits your arm. You nearly double from the shock, but keep your charge going. You thrust it into his chest, once, and then twice. The lights fade from his eyes. You hear a door opening and shut, and it's not from this cottage. |
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| 16 Jun 2013 05:05 PM |
Sierra-
"Those little.." My voice taking an ache, for my arm is wounded to the point of healing is needed, not COMPLETELY needed. But needed, taking the time. I slowly glance at the second cottage, the closest point for this creaking sound from the door. |
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| 16 Jun 2013 05:06 PM |
| The knife is embedded into your arm, and it's bleeding. If you had a bandage though, you could make a full recovery. You see a young boy, about three or four years old come out. |
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| 16 Jun 2013 05:08 PM |
Sierra-
For what is the point of killing a small boy. However the house must have riches, "I must just be getting the greedy side of things, eh?" I lash at the door of this cottage, searching for anything and everything. But of course, specifically a bandage. |
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| 16 Jun 2013 05:10 PM |
| You search the house, finding only some bread and apples. No real riches. |
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| 16 Jun 2013 05:13 PM |
Sierra-
A small twitching, but I guess I should. I lash outside, but not before gripping the knife and thrusting it out. The blood might be going forth and forth, but I've got something to do.
I hold it. Only to look at the boy, greed from ear to ear. "Come little boy, be my prey." Gripping it ever so tightly. Then thrusting, at the point about half my strength is gone. |
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| 16 Jun 2013 05:17 PM |
| Venturing back out, you don't see the little boy. What you do see, is two men, one with a crossbow, the other with a sword. The boy is somewhere else at this point. Better act quick, before your mincemeat. |
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