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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 7:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 7:52 pm
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Vermelho began to lick her extended hand. He then sneezed, and as he did, he fell on his chin. He looked just like a cute puppy, only huge. He smiled up at Emelin with a goofy smile.
Topaz sat down against a tree and pulled out her bow and quiver full of arrows. After the fight today, she wanted to make sure everything was still okay. She inspected every inch of her bow. After finding no imperfections, she lay it aside and began to check the arrow heads of only a few of her arrows. These were made from dhist, like the bow, and she used them only if she really needed a perfect shot.
Only six left. Not bad, considering I only made twenty, and that was a year ago. And I used three today. She set five aside, leaving only one in the quiver. The other five she set securely in her tattered pack. She sighed heavily.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 8:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 8:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 9:18 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 11:51 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 12:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 1:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 8:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 8:54 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 3:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 5:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 5:52 pm
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"That is also what happened with Mel." She smiled sweetly at Neo.
"It is a long detail, so I shall not only spare you the details, but myself as well. I was born into the Royal Blood Line of the Moon Elves. Our name was Dyre. My mother, however, died in childbirth with my brother. My father, over come with grief, died shortly, after being overthrown by my uncle. But that's how it always is, isn't it? You hear stories all the time about evil uncles overthrowing their brothers. Of course, my brother, an assassin, owtlawed after the death of my father, eventually killed my uncle, and took over. He is only 15, this year. I have never met him. I was taken in by a friendly blacksmith. He tried to teach me all the proper lady-like things to do, but I always wanted to learn to metal work. SO he taught me, and I made my first dagger. I've made several others, but I only kept the last one. Its in my bag; I never use it for fighting. The only time I would consider using it would be for assassinations, not that I have ever. But it runs in my blood, and I do have a knack for stealth.
"Well, my surrogate father died, and I moved on, and met Onyx. He saved..." She paused. "But that is a story for another time. Perhaps I can tell it to you, one day. I'm sorry, but I don't like to speak about it. And I'm sure you are trustworthy, but I just... can't. I should have never brought it up, I'm sorry." She looked back to her bow.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 6:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 8:25 pm
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