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Post by Kuraz on Mar 21, 2008 14:56:51 GMT -5
where can he possibly be going, gale thought to himself as he tried to keep up with lan, i wonder if his house has anything i might like to borrow
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Post by Lan on Mar 21, 2008 14:58:20 GMT -5
((lol dont even think about it. Anyways ima go for a bit.))
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Post by Kuraz on Mar 21, 2008 15:08:11 GMT -5
((ill think about it if i want to))
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Post by Kuraz on Apr 5, 2008 10:35:48 GMT -5
now, did he go left, or right, or was it straight forword, or did he turn around? gale, who hadn't tracked anybody in over five years, was pretty much lost. ah well, might as well try left.
{{gale has unknowingly left for the place he started in, kvatch}}
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Post by Lan on Apr 11, 2008 15:42:55 GMT -5
((I am back..for a while))
Lan sipped on his wineskin and rubbed his face. It was a lonely life he led, but he enjoyed it.
Solitude had become the norm for him and he didn't mind it at all. He had killed a few ground squirrels and cooked them using a heat spell, not wanting to send up smoke by making a bonfire, thus alerting all the neighboring bandits of his campsite. He sat alone in the night and thought of his life. Arissa, Anasa...and ivan...those where his friends. He wondered where Ivan was, having vanished in the maze of twilight. maybe someday our paths will cross again he thought. He shrugged and stood up, setting of into the forest.
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Post by Lan on Jun 10, 2008 20:46:33 GMT -5
Lan and Kearen rode through the golden forest, on their way to the southern coast. Lan looked around into the woods, trying to spot any rouges. He had recently taken off the strip of cloth around his eyes, discovering he could see regularly again. He had glanced at himself in the puddle, noticing his eyes were now gray, making him appear to be blind. He also had a scar running across his face over the bridge of his nose. While on the journey, he noticed his bangs now hung down into his eyes, and that his hair had turned bleach white. odd.
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Jun 10, 2008 20:53:37 GMT -5
"i was here with Dire i think." Keren said
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Post by Lan on Jun 10, 2008 20:55:49 GMT -5
"hmmmm." Lan murmured and held up a hand, motioning them to stop. Tracks.. and they were fresh. "Tracks," whispered Lan, "Lots of tracks."
And there were. at least a hundred sets. Enough for a small army.
But who had that many men?
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Jun 10, 2008 21:04:33 GMT -5
Kearen made a face "I hope its not bandits like last time."
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Post by Lan on Jun 11, 2008 21:01:04 GMT -5
"No..." whispered Lan. "See the indentions along the outside of the prints? Those are metal cleats...but only soldiers wear boots with cleats..."
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Jun 12, 2008 7:02:37 GMT -5
"well, hows that bad?" Kearen asked
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Post by Lan on Jun 12, 2008 13:58:09 GMT -5
"Normally, It would be a good thing...but these cleats are not imperial issued cleats, see how the indention is a square instead of a triangle?" "These prints do not belong to the imperial army!"
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Jun 12, 2008 14:51:14 GMT -5
"oh, well, that's probably not good then." Kearen said looking at the tracks. "i wouldnt've notised that."
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Post by Lan on Jun 12, 2008 16:34:42 GMT -5
"Next time, you will."
Lan motioned for her to remount Blackjack, something ws moving in the woods.
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Jun 12, 2008 16:46:50 GMT -5
Kearen climbed on the horse, holding her staff in a good combat position
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