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Post by Shadow on Jan 3, 2013 13:45:55 GMT
What?!
*She stands there half-stunned, half in disbelief.*
Is this your sick idea of a joke?!
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Post by Lufane on Jan 3, 2013 14:00:42 GMT
*the soul stone in Yiira mists pale red and the blade quivers noticeably in Autumn's hands*
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Post by Autumn Valory on Jan 3, 2013 19:02:00 GMT
*She shakes her head.*
He...asked me to give you Yiira.
*She hands it to her.*
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Post by Lufane on Jan 3, 2013 19:06:09 GMT
*The sword touches Shadow's hand. The gem flashes white and Lufane's voice rings through the air.* So... My heart and soul... They fall to the Shadows... This is a fitting death... for one such as I. *Siana stirs at the sound of her master's voice, dropping the small, round disc of Oblivion* [OOC: Siana and Oblivion are now in the control of Autumn] [ModNote: Lufane would return in Shade.] |
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Post by Lufane on Jan 5, 2013 18:01:42 GMT
[ ModNote: This post is for the character Romili, not Lufane. Continued from Disengage.] Wait here, Knight. Now don't look at me like that, I'll get you something nice. {Locate Dal Marx} *Romili shoulders her way through the door and sits at the bar, again she ruffles her wings. * Excuse me? Excuse me! Bartender! Could you help me? |
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Post by Shadow on Jan 5, 2013 20:03:13 GMT
WHOA!
*She drops the sword in shock and it clatters onto the ground.*
But...how the hell did he die?!
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 7, 2013 17:58:53 GMT
[ModNote: I have merged 'Angel' with this thread, as both are happening in the same place at the same time.]
*Screaming and shouting can be heard coming from outside, as people take fright at the sight of a live wolf in town. Some of the inn's patrons see the wolf through one of the downstairs windows and scurry upstairs to their rooms. This might seem a trifle oversensitive for the inhabitants of a settlement where ogres, hobgoblins and frightknights have roamed freely and harmlessly; but after the very recent and still unexplained fires, Wolfenden is on edge. Dal walks over to the newcomer, frowning. He gestures toward the door and the noise outside.*
Dal: Are you responsible for that commotion? And if not, might you know who is?
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Post by Lufane on Jan 9, 2013 13:09:13 GMT
[ModNote: This post is for the character Romili, not Lufane.]
Er... Possibly... KNIGHT!
*Knight trots through the door and sits next to Romili, more like a dog than anything else*
I'm sorry about this, but I can't just leave him on his own now, can I?
*She absent-mindedly strokes Knight*
I was wondering if you know where I could find a person by the name of Dal Marx. I seem to have to find him.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 11, 2013 14:56:41 GMT
*At the sight of a wolf strolling in, people in the inn begin to panic. Dal keeps his composure.*
Dal Marx: Calm yourselves! It's no threat. *To Romili, more quietly* Is this creature tame? I would like to know before my customers cease to be my customers - or simply cease to be!
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Post by Autumn Valory on Jan 12, 2013 15:40:52 GMT
*She picks the sword up and gives it to her again.*
I...I'm not too sure. This weird thing just came out of nowhere and fought him. He thought he beat it, but then it killed him. His soul is inside Yiira, this sword.
*She hears the panic coming from behind her and looks to see what's going on.*
So NOW a wolf decides to show itself?
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Post by Shadow on Jan 12, 2013 20:29:13 GMT
*She barely notices anything. She's just holding the sword and looking at it, horrified.*
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Post by Lufane on Jan 15, 2013 10:48:52 GMT
[ModNote: This post is for the character Romili, not Lufane.]
Honestly, Knight'll only hurt those who try to hurt him or me. He's as safe as can be!
*A dull pain starts to bother Romili, just above her right eye. She rubs it in a distracted sort of way*
I'm sorry to have to insist, but do you know who or where this Dal Marx character is? It is quite important I find him, though I'm not sure what for...
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 16, 2013 17:32:05 GMT
Dal: Aye. That very character, as you put it, is me: landlord here at the Wolf's Howl Inn. What may I call you?
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Post by Lufane on Jan 17, 2013 10:58:20 GMT
[ModNote: This post is for the character Romili, not Lufane.]
I'm Romili, but you can call me Rom, if you want...
{Objective complete}
*Romili tenses, her wings stretching slightly backwards from the action, waiting for the next command*
{Autonomy authorised}
*She relaxes and lets out a sigh of relief, laughing slightly at the end, the pain seems to have numbed*
Thank you. Erm, don't suppose I could get a drink, do you?
*She retrieves what little money she has left, three silver pieces, from her trousers, prepared to pay all of it*
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Post by Shadow on Jan 18, 2013 17:00:53 GMT
*Nausea suddenly rushes back into her. In almost an instant, she's dropped the sword again and rushed outside around the back of the inn with her hand over her mouth. When she gets there, she lets what's in her out.*
Where's all this sick coming from?!
*After a while, she walks back around the inn, one hand on her stomach, the other steadying herself on the side of the inn.*
Lufane...what happened to you?!
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