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Post by Leytan on May 29, 2009 19:10:14 GMT
*Leytan held his hands out in front of him.*
"Leytan half-blood relative of the House Of Shar and The Half-Brother of its curent head The Crown Princess Daenary's Shar."
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Post by Daenary's Shar on May 29, 2009 19:21:55 GMT
*The red haired woman shook her head slightly a frown crossing her face while the hunters bound his hands together with rope, not being gentle but not being rough either.*
That would be impossible as news of Leytans death arrived just yesterday. So why do you come here and why do come under false presences?
*Seven of the closest of the hunters moved closer, while the other moved away now heading in the direction of the black haired females way while one moved towards the fallen mans form, bringing one hand down to his neck looking for a pulse.*
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Post by Leytan on May 29, 2009 19:34:36 GMT
*Leytan rolled his eyes.*
"By Ebbira's Claws 'Good' News certainly travels fast."
*he sighed. Then looked at the female hunter.*
"You seriously expect "The Ice Killer", who has got more death senctense over my head then i care to count, you expect him to be carrying any documentation on him that would identify him as such??"
"Check the weapons you'll see they match up with the discriptions of the ones I'm known to carry, check the philes, though with care and you'll find a mixture of Winterian & Atlantian potions and poisions including "The Mark Of Leytan Venom" which only Leytan would know how to make."
"And if your still not satisifed by all means check my left shoulder and you'll see the Blood tatto of a Knight of Malhara....and there's only ever been on Alterian member of that order of Assasssins and that Leytan."
*Looks down at Wren and the hunters attending to him.*
"Is he still alive??"
*he asked with concern in his voice.*
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Post by Daenary's Shar on May 29, 2009 19:53:40 GMT
*As Leytan seems to start becoming agitated the rope that holds his shoulders tightens as the two archers come closer towards him,. The red haired woman's eyes narrow.*
I do not care what weapons you have or potions or any thing else, if Leytan did die yesterday then all likeyhood would be is that his weapons and everything else would of been taken and if you are truely the half brother of the Princess perhaps your main concern should be of her and not of your proof of name.
*She approached him standing just a few inches away.*
We may be under orders but if you show to be trouble some we are given permission to render you harmless.
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Post by Leytan on May 29, 2009 20:04:13 GMT
*Leytan stared back hard at the young women not intimidated in the least*
"Well unless something drastic has happend to her with in the last 24 hours, she is to my knowlage safe and sound as evidence by how seriously you take your job."
"So my primory concern right now is to ensure the safety of myself and my freinds."
*indicates the prone figure of Wren.*
"He went to a lot of trouble and personal risk to get me free from the gallows as did one of my female travaling companions."
*slanted his head slightly*
"So you needen't think I'm going to let them die because of some jumped up self-important little huntress."
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Post by Daenary's Shar on May 29, 2009 20:08:24 GMT
*She smirked faintly and shook her head slightly as she turned and walked off.*
You must be Leytan. Only the "notorious" Ice Killer would feel his sister is fine and well after receiving news of her brothers death. I wonder if it was the other way around would you be so cold feeling towards such news?
Bring him along and bring the fallen but make sure they are both bound...*she paused a moment* and searched.
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Post by Leytan on May 29, 2009 20:20:59 GMT
"I don't think my Sister is going to drop dead from the, as it were, false reports of my death...however this enviroment might well be the death of my freinds unless i can get them to safty."
"It's called realistic compasion for the individuals given situation. So pardon me if i prioratise possible death over the painfull but not lifethreating emotion of grief."
"And as for the roles being reversed.....I hope i never have to find out how i'd react to that news."
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Post by Daenary's Shar on May 29, 2009 20:31:57 GMT
Your female friend looks more than capable of being fine and your friend is being brought along.so do stop your lecture as gagging is not classed as harming you.
As a matter of fact.
*She took a small piece of cloth from a small pouch at her waist.*
One more word or complaint and I will gag you.
*The ropes around his shoulders had been tightened at his neck then back and brought around to his front joining with the roped arms so now only his legs were free to move, two of the hunters began to search him slowly, removing the weapons left though missing the garote.*
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Post by Gravefang and The Fire Lilly on May 29, 2009 23:37:28 GMT
The half-ogre rose one of his thick brows, his voice in a insulted manor “she didn’t mean size or abilities lass, she spoke of our standing and title. I am Lord Gravefang, half-grandchild of Minro the Light elven lord of Paladar, but plains walkers such as your self may call me the Embrace of Ice, or Wielder of Death’s Hand” he said motioning to his deadly yet beautiful sword. “Aye, we travel through lands of hopeless chill, but yee do such as well, what brings yee to such a desolate land were the question lass?”
The Fire Lilly bowed “ I am The Fire Lilly grand-child of Lord Minro the Light elven lord of Paladar. I am the Sword-Maiden of Lore, and royal princess of the holy crown. Are you as lost as we are? We have journeyed through this forsaken desert for several weeks, and now trees and brush appear where none should be in such a place, and the air is much warmer then the last pilgrimage.”
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Post by Lady Mercury on May 30, 2009 0:10:31 GMT
*Lady Mercury had been listening to the exchange between Leytan and the huntress as she headed over to Midnight*
"Charming people, your countrymen, assuming that we'll be fine without them, they're right of course, but how presumptuous!"
*as she finished speaking to Leytan, she arrived at Midnight's side, and the colour drained from her face*
"Love, i think we've got a problem!"
*she dragged off her cloak and wrapped it around Midnight, concern etched on her features as she laid a hand on Midnight's brow, and looked for a source of the blood*
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Post by Midnight on May 30, 2009 20:54:30 GMT
*Midnight stared briefly trying to focus on the female traveler, trying to discern which one was the real one or whether it was magic, as she saw her hand come near her and felt the hand over her forehead, her left hand reached up to push it away...*
I am not keen on cloning...magic it gives me such a headache.....
*As she speaks, the words spoken through pain as she grits her tooth, her torn lip shows and sprays some blood on the female traveler, as the hand is felt the woman's heat seems to far exceed her own and for a moment she seems to lean into it trying to find some form of heat to warm her rapidly cooling skin.*
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Post by Daenary's Shar on May 30, 2009 21:05:17 GMT
*Her gaze traveled briefly from one Elf to the other and she smirked faintly before trying to look serious, her face remaining impassive other wise.*
If I refer to you as anything at all it shall be as Lord Gravefang and nothing more, especially none of this Wilder of Death's Hand nonsense it seems that men require of any species to compensate for themselves and self boost their ego.
*She turns her gaze firmly back to the female.*
You may see hopeless chills and feel them but if that is the case I suggest you march in that direction.
*She points in the direction unknown to her where Leytan and the hunters are.*
In a few days you will find the weather change as you leave Winteria and it would help I am sure if you chose some different clothing.
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Post by Gravefang and The Fire Lilly on May 31, 2009 3:25:20 GMT
The Fire Lilly laughed which some how seemed to warm the air slightly for the duration of it. "you do not know the name of the land you walk upon? The great land of Hopeless Chill, ruled by the mighty and powerful War-Shaman Drognar Zmithar. I had assumed you to be one of his servants? which is the only reason I can think of why a Plains Walker would be found here." her eyes locked on to her brother and held a scolding look until Gravefang removed his heavy set hand from the handle of Death's Hand.
"but sister the lass done and insulted me, I can't just let something like that go." Gravefang said in a near pleading way.
The Fire Lilly continued to stare at him till Gravefang released a long angry growl and removed his large hand from his sword.. "seeing as you at least seem of human descent could you point us towards the city of Lore, due to the trees I have come to the conclusion we are off coarse and Uncle will not be pleased with tardiness"
Gravefang smelled the air, “ are you hurt lass? For I smell blood, Sister I think we should be on our way, blood is never a good sign” (OOC: from Coriolis’ last post is he is following you, and from earlier posts he has blood on him.) Gravefang wraps one of his massive arms around The Fire Lilly and he lifts her off the ground as if she was weightless before strafing a thirty foot radius around you towards the direction you indicated earlier. "farewell lass we must be on our way." he continued obviously expressing that he couldn't careless what you had to say now that the scent of blood was in the air, which usually meant combat, which meant his favorite of all things beating people senseless, which barely surpassed drinking and philosophy by threads of distance.
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Post by Daenary's Shar on May 31, 2009 6:14:55 GMT
*She watched them as they went around her, saying nothing to their comments but keeping track of them. Wondering where they thought they were and who they thought ruled the icy lands.*
*She remained silent until they went out of sight, wondering if perhaps they had slipped into the wrong plain of realms some how for that seemed to be the only explanation....or they were at least very very lost and came from lands beyond her knowledge.....or simply they were crazy.*
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Post by Lady Mercury on May 31, 2009 18:57:19 GMT
*Lady Mercury frowned with worry as she felt Midnight's rapidly cooling forehead, barely noticing the blood that spiled onto her, focusing on Midnight's torn lip*
"Hold on, let me heal that... And believe me, i've not used a cloning spell, i think 2 of me is too much for anyone!" She added with a harsh laugh
*She pulled the cloak tighter around Midnight, attempting to warm her*
"Can you tell me what's wrong? Only other thing i can do is a scan spell, see if anything got into your karma"
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