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Westenev

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Wearing the fake smile he was all too familiar with, Azrael greeted the man with a slight bow before gratefully accepting the man's invitation - all the while excusing himself from the man's volley of questions.

Glancing about the room as he entered, Azrael slowly meandered his way inward. Halting in front of a small fire pit, his intense gaze finally befell upon a little girl he had seen once or twice in Joes’ shadow. At the sight of her, his smile momentarily wavered.

Azrael began in a kindly tone, “ Nice to see you again, Annie. Old man’s not working you too hard, is he? ”
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12-Jul-2015 23:40:50

Annie1227
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Annie repiled in a calm voice with a smile,"Nice to see you too. My father hasn't worked me to hard. taught me everything I know." The strange power in her was growing and growing stronger. It might release soon.

Jim asked Azrael in a calm voice," What can I help you with?" -Dances-

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The Knights

"They aren't necessarily picking on the farmers." Darius explained as they rode through the streets, the city just beginning to wake up. "Daralt is located near the border to Bluestone. It's more the caravans and travelers who pass through the town that they're more interested in.

Lyna's elven agility wouldn't make that much of a difference. At the speed they were going, a light jog was all it took to keep up with the horses.

A few passerby looked on as they rode by. Every now and then someone would cheer, as if the four of them were venturing on some noble quest to slay a dragon or overthrow a tyrant in a neighboring kingdom. In truth their task was nowhere near that difficult, not that the citizens actually knew their task that is.

So, they rode on. When they made it to the eastern gate the guards stood aside and saluted, and the four continued on - out of the city and onwards to Daralt.

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Andrew Basset - Fifty Minutes Later

The walls of Greenhaven were no longer visible at this distance, and the fields had already given away to forest. Nothing lay ahead of Andrew except the empty dirt road. And something else...

A figure lay on the ground. It was a woman, clutching her side. Her hair was jet black, her eyes a dark green, and she had a light skin tone. Her clothes were that of a commoner, nothing special about them - a cotton shirt dyed green and a pair of black pants. She caught sight of Andrew and attempted to sit up, grunting in pain. "Help!" She called out, a pained expression on her face. "I've been injured!"

If Andrew decided to approach, he would see that the cloth of her shirt was stained red, right around the area her hand was covering. It wouldn't take a doctor to know that this was the location of her injury. The question was: would he help her? Unless I have completely misjudged his character, the answer would be obvious. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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Andrew spotted the injured woman and rushed over to her. "What happened?" He asked. From the looks of it, she was probably robbed by a highwayman or two, stripped of any valuables, and left on the side of the road to die. A familiar experience for Andrew, though it wasn't uncommon at all.

He crouched down beside her to check her wounds. He wasn't suspecting any trickery, but if there was, he'd be able to tell. If anyone was lurking nearby, he'd know as well. He gently reached for the area of her wound, wanting to see how bad it was. Ramsay Bolton is the king we deserve.

13-Jul-2015 21:00:19

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Andrew Basset

The woman put up a convincing act of being helpless and afraid, but at this distance, Andrew's heightened sense of empathy would pick up just a little bit of deceit. The two of them were not alone, either.

Suddenly, a dagger materialized out of nowhere in the woman's hand, and she quickly put it to Andrew's throat at lightning speed. "Any sudden movement and your throat gets cut!" She barked.

Out from the bushes, six men came. Two of them, a man and a woman, had bows, arrows at the ready and aimed directly at Andrew. There was another, a woman, who had no weapons save for an iron shortsword sheathed at her hip, but small flames danced around her fingertips. The remaining three were men - two held swords and the third a hatchet, but they all had wooden shields. The bandits all wore matching sets of brown leather armor as well.

"We'll be taking your money, weapons, and anything else of value." The woman said, standing up but still holding the knife to his throat as a smug grin of satisfaction spread across her face. She also gestured for him to stand as well. Then, unable to resist, she added: "Thank you very much."

With her hand no longer covering the 'wound', Andrew would notice that there was a cut where the shirt was stained, but no fresh blood was leaking out. Which meant that this was either the shirt of a previous victim or she herself had been wounded wearing it. It was most likely the former. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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Westenev

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“ Pleasantries aside, my master had me fetch something for you, ” Azrael said darkly, turning to face “ A souvenir, if you will. Something he said you’d like. ”

Rummaging through his pocket, he retrieved a small ring richly adorned by jewels and a silver seal of Averham – this was a relic described well in history tombs, a ring of the Archmage said to have been lost hundreds of years ago since the sacking of Greenhaven. With almost an air of distaste, he presented the ring, before quickly enclosing it within his fist.

“ … And he also told me that there was an ever so interesting rumour circulating about the organisation recently. Something about a… big job, was it? A well informed person with an ear to the ground might have heard something, I’m sure? ”
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13-Jul-2015 23:54:16

Natsu Altiva

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(I'll begin first person, but it's only for a short while.)

Where does my story begin you ask? Well, I'd like to tell you about the time I accidentally slayed a skeletal wyvern but that's really not at all that exciting when compared to the main component of my story. So, I think I should begin my tale here. Yes, this seems to be a suitable starting point for the beginning of my tale. The meeting of my first companion in this strange land.

Let's see....it was later in the evening....no, it was earlier in the morning I believe. The wind was up more than usual and dark luminous clouds hung over head as though they were going to weep at any moment. It wasn't too hot for a summer day...although the humidity was outrageous or so it would have felt to me being used to a much colder climate. See I didn't originate from this continent, no, I originated from Wind Breaker Isles far to the northwest as you can probably tell by my accent. That's all meaningless information though, so allow me to get back to my story.

The grass was high and unkept brushing passed the mans knees as he slowly paced himself throughout the forest trying to find his way back to the path he'd lost nearly seven hours ago on his way from the milling town of Elkwood. He made no attempt to hide nor disguise any noise he may have made as he walked after after it's pretty hard to hide when you're 6'3 with a slightly large muscular build. The wind sweeping threw his solid pearly white hair occasionally stirring it up and he'd let out a sigh of frustration and run his hands through it in hopes of recovering the style he was most common for adorning. Only being a few inches in length and parted to only one side of his face it was still capable of giving him quite a commotion. It stood on its ends and would never cooperate, not that it looked hideous or anything just not his preferred style, in truth it complemented his style.
Normal is an illusion.
What's normal to the spider, Is chaos to the the fly.

14-Jul-2015 00:16:41

Natsu Altiva

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The rather long and pointed ears extended from underneath the waves of solid white perked up a bit as he drew closer and closer to where he thought might be the path for he could hear in the distance what seemed to be a civil conversation although unsure for he couldn't hear anything but faint talking he couldn't discern. He quickened his pace and in doing so he took up his staff in both hands. A staff that was a truly beautiful sight to behold. A one of a kind creation that even this man didn't even have any clue about its origin other than that he found it in the wyvern a treasure trove atop all its other treasures. The staff would appear to be carved from some white tree but anybody lucky enough to get closer and paid attention could tell this wasn't the case. First of all one could tell this staff wasn't carved or forged in any means....it seemed to have just grown into its own positioning..its staggering height of six feet and five inches, and a diameter of just over an inch or so made it the perfect size for this man. Being pointed at almost an shape to resemble a dagger, curving its way to almost a foot from its top it split into three different branches entertaining around an absolutely gorgeous purple crystal the size of a large human fist. It was truly a sight to behold and represented many things that this man wasn't. It represented several things this man wasn't or wasn't quite yet maybe. A powerful Mage, a man of high authority, and wealth....not that he wasn't wealthy...he had quite a few gold coins with his family emblem carved onto them on his side pouch.

The mans golden tanned hands wrapped harder around the icy grip of the staff as he drew closer to the clearing. He was right, he was headed towards a path but it wasn't as he expected. It wasn't a group of travelers making camp or anything of the like but what seemed to be a highway robbery of uncircumsizable odds. Before stepping out into the open the mans electric blue eyes scanned the scene
Normal is an illusion.
What's normal to the spider, Is chaos to the the fly.

14-Jul-2015 00:19:31

Natsu Altiva

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scene searching for anybody else who may be hiding anywhere else. Satisfied with himself being the only other hidden person here he stepped out revealing himself. Examining the scene in depth told him exactly what he missed...the blood stain on the woman and positioning of the other men told him that it was just a plain robbery that was well designed.

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You know, it's not very fair to outnumber and try to steal from a man who was only concerned for you're safety miss..?
"He spoke rashly as he stepped out, his northwestern accent showing all too strongly. It was a sweet accent that held authority and respect one all too uncommon border-lining on exotic for these parts.

Now in the open to where the trees were unable to block the morning sunshine the rest of this mans features and attire were open for description. He was what was considered a very attractive individual despite his attire. He adorned the usual black cloak that mages are used to being associated with. Fitted with a hood and all, it's sleeves only reaching slightly past his elbows before splitting in a warlock-like fashion and the bottom of the cloak only expanding past his knees. Although, this man...he didn't wear it to par the norm. He didn't bother allowing his right arm to be confined by the sleeves of it but yet allowed it to hang freely behind him revealing a rather broad and muscular chest for an elf. Well, half a chest as he confined his other arm with the sleeve. The bottom portion of his face being disguised unable to reveal his sharp chin and jaw or his pearlescent white teeth by a black wool-like scarf wrapped around his neck like fashion would dictate. His waist held several pouches which were mostly empty and two water canteens. The left arm was bandaged in a black cloth like strips not as to cover an injury but merely for cosmetic reasons. His ankles and shins were done the same way and he wore a pair of knee high black trousers that hugged his thi
Normal is an illusion.
What's normal to the spider, Is chaos to the the fly.

14-Jul-2015 00:20:55 - Last edited on 14-Jul-2015 00:25:14 by Natsu Altiva

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