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Post by theros on Dec 28, 2015 19:32:42 GMT
"Balaban! Gotta say, the bearded looks works for you! Makes you look more... expirienced." She chuckles while eyeing the alchohol. "Well, thank you." He leans back in his seat, winking. "Hope it doesn't make me look stuck in my ways though! May I pour you a drink?" |
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Post by Viasio on Dec 28, 2015 19:34:48 GMT
"Balaban! Gotta say, the bearded looks works for you! Makes you look more... expirienced." She chuckles while eyeing the alchohol. |
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Prologue
Dec 28, 2015 19:39:11 GMT
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Post by abrus on Dec 28, 2015 19:39:11 GMT
"Balaban! Gotta say, the bearded looks works for you! Makes you look more... expirienced." She chuckles while eyeing the alchohol. "Well, thank you." He leans back in his seat, winking. "Hope it doesn't make me look stuck in my ways though! May I pour you a drink?" "I certainly won't stop you!" She grins. |
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Post by The GM on Dec 28, 2015 19:48:41 GMT
(For the notice rolls all you can really put your figer on was tgat the streets seemed a little too quiet
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Post by theros on Dec 28, 2015 19:50:15 GMT
"Well, thank you." He leans back in his seat, winking. "Hope it doesn't make me look stuck in my ways though! May I pour you a drink?" "I certainly won't stop you!" She grins. "Did something seem off today to you guys?" He pours her something really fancy and nice from Orthos' store. |
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Post by Viasio on Dec 28, 2015 20:10:32 GMT
"I certainly won't stop you!" She grins. "Did something seem off today to you guys?" He pours her something really fancy and nice from Orthos' store. |
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Post by Caerus on Dec 28, 2015 20:37:29 GMT
Orthos feels the hairs on his neck stand on edge.
In the doorway of the hideout stand two men, wet with blood, and looking half dead. The taller man is gaunt in appearance with a scraggly beard and dark circles beneath piercingly green eyes. He has an unhealthy pallor and is lithe in build. The other man is supported by the dark haired man. He is clutching at his side and is bleeding from a grievous wound. The man has has red hair, green eyes, and the tanned skin that marks him as Imperial nobility. Both men have strange cloaks on that are the essence of darkness- the edges seem to blend with the surrounding shadows. The wounded imperial has a bow strapped around him, but more importantly he is recognizable to all the mentors as one of the grand masters of Crysynthe, Tychon.
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Post by Viasio on Dec 28, 2015 20:40:05 GMT
Orthos feels the hairs on his neck stand on edge. In the doorway of the hideout stand two men, wet with blood, and looking half dead. The taller man is gaunt in appearance with a scraggly beard and dark circles beneath piercingly green eyes. He has an unhealthy pallor and is lithe in build. The other man is supported by the dark haired man. He is clutching at his side and is bleeding from a grievous wound. The man has has red hair, green eyes, and the tanned skin that marks him as Imperial nobility. Both men have strange cloaks on that are the essence of darkness- the edges seem to blend with the surrounding shadows. The wounded imperial has a bow strapped around him, but more importantly he is recognizable to all the mentors as one of the grand masters of Crysynthe, Tychon. |
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Post by theros on Dec 28, 2015 20:40:50 GMT
Orthos feels the hairs on his neck stand on edge.
In the doorway of the hideout stand two men, wet with blood, and looking half dead. The taller man is gaunt in appearance with a scraggly beard and dark circles beneath piercingly green eyes. He has an unhealthy pallor and is lithe in build. The other man is supported by the dark haired man. He is clutching at his side and is bleeding from a grievous wound. The man has has red hair, green eyes, and the tanned skin that marks him as Imperial nobility. Both men have strange cloaks on that are the essence of darkness- the edges seem to blend with the surrounding shadows. The wounded imperial has a bow strapped around him, but more importantly he is recognizable to all the mentors as one of the grand masters of Crysynthe, Tychon. Balaban jumps up, quickly clearing a space for the wounded one to lie down. |
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Post by Caerus on Dec 28, 2015 20:42:58 GMT
Orthos feels the hairs on his neck stand on edge.
In the doorway of the hideout stand two men, wet with blood, and looking half dead. The taller man is gaunt in appearance with a scraggly beard and dark circles beneath piercingly green eyes. He has an unhealthy pallor and is lithe in build. The other man is supported by the dark haired man. He is clutching at his side and is bleeding from a grievous wound. The man has has red hair, green eyes, and the tanned skin that marks him as Imperial nobility. Both men have strange cloaks on that are the essence of darkness- the edges seem to blend with the surrounding shadows. The wounded imperial has a bow strapped around him, but more importantly he is recognizable to all the mentors as one of the grand masters of Crysynthe, Tychon. Balaban jumps up, quickly clearing a space for the wounded one to lie down. The dark haired one helps Tychon over to the spot, seeming livid but simultaneously concerned for Tychon. "Do you have bandages? Get some water boiling and bring the damned alcohol here or a physician if you have one." |
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Post by RoseMarie on Dec 28, 2015 20:43:15 GMT
Laskaris looks quite surprised and stands there as everyone runs around. "Dear god what the hell happened?" He finally moves to hand over some alcohol
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Post by Viasio on Dec 28, 2015 20:47:47 GMT
Balaban jumps up, quickly clearing a space for the wounded one to lie down. The dark haired one helps Tychon over to the spot, seeming livid but simultaneously concerned for Tychon. "Do you have bandages? Get some water boiling and bring the damned alcohol here or a physician if you have one." |
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Prologue
Dec 28, 2015 20:48:00 GMT
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Post by abrus on Dec 28, 2015 20:48:00 GMT
Galyn takes her drink and makes her way to the corner. Watching.
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Post by Caerus on Dec 28, 2015 20:51:58 GMT
He leans the bow against the wall carefully, making way for Kaia. He watches her like a hawk, with an expression that forewarns of what he will do should she make a mistake. He then proceeds to circle the room, double checking everything that Orthos has done.
"Make haste. We do not have much time before enemies will be on our doorstep."
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Post by RoseMarie on Dec 28, 2015 20:53:52 GMT
He leans the bow against the wall carefully, making way for Kaia. He watches her like a hawk, with an expression that forewarns of what he will do should she make a mistake. He then proceeds to circle the room, double checking everything that Orthos has done. "Make haste. We do not have much time before enemies will be on our doorstep." |
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