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Post by Maloran Kenset on Feb 28, 2007 22:43:55 GMT -5
"All in good time... whelp! Ya! I said it! Now calm down and let others have a chance to talk! Jeeze!" Maloran sighed and looked at the others, "Anyone else got anything to say?! WELL!?"
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Post by Rosencreutz Orden on Feb 28, 2007 22:46:50 GMT -5
Ros sat down, fuming. He was a Lord of the Underdark! How dare this... Human speak to him so! He was likely younger than Ros even was! No, not is, was a Lord of the Underdark. I am just another surface dweller now...
He never would be able to get used to this new life. In twenty years he had not forgotton his old one.
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Post by Nevaeh Divnir on Feb 28, 2007 22:52:45 GMT -5
Nevaeh suppressed a snort. Him? A senile old man? Never would such a thought cross her mind.... Actually, Maloran kind of scared her. What was up with the screaming randomly? She stood up, looking at Maloran for some sort of hint of what to do next. She was content with whoever they put her with, except for the rouge half-elf who quite frankly annoyed her. But all was well well with the world she thought in a bored, nuetral way.
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Post by Maloran Kenset on Feb 28, 2007 23:14:56 GMT -5
"Very well. I will have your room assignments this evening. Food will be ready in the dining hall whenever you wish. Until we meet again!"
Once he finished his disappeared in a cloud of smoke only to reappear a few feet away. He headed directly for the door into the academy without looking back.
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Post by Rosencreutz Orden on Feb 28, 2007 23:19:54 GMT -5
Only after the mage had left did Rosencreutz stand. It felt unsafe when he was around. The only magic user he had ever trusted after the overthrow was his sister, Merei. He really detested magic. During his escape from the traitorous overthrow, he had been attacked by several mages. Only his natural demonic resistence had saved him then.
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Post by Nevaeh Divnir on Feb 28, 2007 23:29:00 GMT -5
Nevaeh suppressed a snort. The idea of Maloran being senile /never/ crossed her mind....really.... although he did scare her a little. I mean, what was up with the random screaming? She looked around at Maloran for a clue of what to do next. His suggestion of talking to the others was.....well..... no one there seemed to be the type to talk to her. The half-elf rogue annoyed her, the male drow was likely to stab her in the face if she even tried to talk to him, the female drow seemed, well, hard to read at any rate and the wizard was insane. Nevaeh does not like insane all too well. But all was well with the world, she thought in a boring, nuetral attitude.
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Post by Fayth Ruath on Mar 1, 2007 0:56:13 GMT -5
Soon the deathly silence of the place was broken as the soft tap tap tap sound echoed across the hall; bouncing off the walls. It grew steadily louder as seconds passed, before ceasing at the door. Creaking as it moved to open, the door soon gave way to view a slender form. Her head and body was clad in a floor length leather cloak, a bit weather worn at the ends. It fit to her form nicely; tightening at her stomach, and parting at her thighs, revealing her leather wrapped legs. The wrappings seemed to resemble bandages. Slowly the figure raised her hands to pull back her hood; a truss of pink hair was revealed, soon followed by a tanned flawless face. Blue eyes started out at the group before her. "Well. What a gathering. This must be the place. Where else would such an assortment of races be gathered so closely with the absence of bloodshed. Your all so rigid. It's rather amusing." she said outload for anyone to hear, but it was mostly said to herself.
"Yes. This has to be the place. We've searched to many a place for this to not be it. Keep yourself calm Fayth, my love." chimed the voice that dwelled deep within her mind.
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Post by Rosencreutz Orden on Mar 1, 2007 10:34:26 GMT -5
Ros was ready to leave when the human came in.
"Well. What a gathering. This must be the place. Where else would such an assortment of races be gathered so closely with the absence of bloodshed. Your all so rigid. It's rather amusing."
"Well, another comedian has joined our merry little band," He drawled sarcastically. "What's really amusing is your armor. Does it actually work, or is it the best rags you could pull together on short notice?"
Ros looked at her eyes, to better let her see his, and gasped. One gold eye, one red, the marks of aasimar and tiefling, respectively. He'd thought his own lineage was cursed enough, but she was a mix of two breeds that had been warring for millenia. Both Tiefling and Aasimar, her life was no doubt interesting. "Unless anyone else has a witty comment, we are going to eat our dinner." He took Merei gently by the shoulder, guiding her to the large doors, and entered inside.
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Post by Belladona Tirril on Mar 1, 2007 14:59:22 GMT -5
Feeling content with herself, Bella moved over to a boulder and sat down there, It was then another person came into area the being spoke,
"Well. What a gathering. This must be the place. Where else would such an assortment of races be gathered so closely with the absence of bloodshed. Your all so rigid. It's rather amusing."
She was correct. Normaly in this situation there would be someone dead by now. She smirked at the remark of the drow.. Best stay out of this.. she thought to herself. Looking over again at the woman she analyzed... Hm.. she thought is that woman mixed of rival races? How unlucky...
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Post by Nevaeh Divnir on Mar 1, 2007 18:33:14 GMT -5
Nevaeh peered over at the Aasimar-Tiefling girl. 'How in the heck did THAT happen....?' she thought to herself. She dismissed the thought, got up, and headed towards the academy for whatever the wizard had in mind for them.... 'I think we're having dinner?' she wondered.
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Post by Fayth Ruath on Mar 2, 2007 1:37:53 GMT -5
Simply grinning at the one who had spoken, she smiled at him a bit more before she sighed. "Not another comedian, just another person who has seen the world enough to know the truth. Also, you all looked so tense and dull, I thought I'd lighten things up a bit." But upon hearing the other comment, her eyes grew darker, and the smile fled from her face. She'd already noticed his eyes, and knew what he was. How dare he speak to her as such!
"Calm yourself my love. He is not worth the trouble. Fayth... keep calm." issued the voice deep inside her head.
Shaking her head slightly, she glared back at the drow. "I dunno. I'm sorry I'm not good enough for your tastes. At least I don't have to hate the sun or dread a tan." she said as a sharp reply. She noticed the girl and her demenour calmed visually. Looking back to the others she sighed and turned around, confidently stalking towards the dinner hall.
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