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Post by Arissa Warrner on Apr 30, 2008 20:08:48 GMT -5
“ohh, I wouldn’t know if it’s fancy” Kearen said, “why are you wearing such funny cloths?”
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Post by eadgarvile on Apr 30, 2008 20:14:42 GMT -5
"It's just a cloak is all.. I'm a priest if you're wondering, from the Divine Churchine of Chorrol. Have you ever been there? Or anywhere in the general area, perhaps?" Eadgar asked hazily, his eyes dozing slightly.
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Apr 30, 2008 20:18:09 GMT -5
Kearen smiled “general area, yes. You really don’t look like a priest to me, but I guess things are different here.”
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Post by eadgarvile on Apr 30, 2008 20:28:08 GMT -5
"I guess you're right... " Eadgar voiced off, chuckling to himself.
"So why did you come here?"
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Apr 30, 2008 20:31:06 GMT -5
"cause i needed a p;ace to sleep." kearen said "why are you here?" Kearen asked, slightly suspioius
((ha she's catching on to you))
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Post by eadgarvile on Apr 30, 2008 21:34:22 GMT -5
"I'm here for no reason. I was adventuring and wound up curious to find whatever was in these walls, and as I entered I was fascinated. And of course now I have met three people this day, quite an amazing feat I do commend."
(Ha not anymore :P)
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Post by Arissa Warrner on May 1, 2008 8:18:49 GMT -5
kearen smiled " Yet what have you gained from it?" she said "herse ofre varreso? True?"
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Post by Lan on May 1, 2008 16:24:54 GMT -5
Lan adjusted the cloth around his eyes and leaned on his longbow. I hate talking he thought. It was so inefficient. The only way anything can be accomplished is by actions.
((He's a man of few words..Kind of your silent stranger who stays in the shadows and listens.))
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Post by arrucard on May 1, 2008 19:09:35 GMT -5
((Uh... Im confused... weres the post I called arissa about?))
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Post by arrucard on May 4, 2008 9:29:08 GMT -5
Roy folded his arms and sighed does this mean that the map... was,a fake? roy thought about it for a moment. Maybe.. If there was more than one map given out... there must be some sort of object of value that all these people want. Hmm... This is very troubling..
Roy cast a look to his gun lance. The bayonet of the weapon was covered in a crusted crimson making the blade apear dull and faded. I thought I fixed that... Roy walked over to his Gun lance and withdrew a small whetstone and began to swipe the stone across the blade.
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Post by eadgarvile on May 4, 2008 19:09:07 GMT -5
Eadgar gave Kearen a confused look and turned to Lan.
"Sir? Well, not Sir. I'd rather call you by your name. What is your name perhaps?" He spoke, but whilst waiting for an answer he turned towards Roy and couldn't help but remark his lance that was now being meddled with.
"That's quite a bit lance, how old is it?" Eadgar asked with bulging eyes.
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Post by arrucard on May 4, 2008 19:14:41 GMT -5
Roy looked at Eadgar and looked back at the lance for a moment. He gave a shrug and and began to write on the paper again.
<Not sure. But Im still curious why are all these people here?>
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Post by eadgarvile on May 4, 2008 19:16:47 GMT -5
Eadgar read the letter and shrugged, laughing slightly. Turning back to glance at the two others in the room with him and Roy, he turned back and said he wasn't sure.
"Maybe we're all here for a reason. The gods will let us know."
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Post by arrucard on May 4, 2008 19:19:35 GMT -5
Roy let out a silent sigh and wrote on the paper once more.
<Yes,But if it was only a fate for all what is to be of me?>
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Post by eadgarvile on May 4, 2008 19:29:50 GMT -5
Eadgar sighed and put a hand on Roy's shoulder.
"Don't think like that, who knows what may happen. This could be the best day of our lives. You never know." He laughed.
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