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Post by naughtyelf on Mar 19, 2006 16:58:43 GMT -5
"ummmm, i seem to have come is posseion of a rather rare potion... i think its yours..."
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Post by SkinnyGreenMan on Mar 19, 2006 17:04:05 GMT -5
"Adelio's potion... You thief! Why are you returning my potion, I had not yet even noticed it was missing."
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Post by naughtyelf on Mar 19, 2006 17:11:02 GMT -5
"ahhh there is a very good explaination for this, you see i was very thirsty, and i thought it was a drink of some kind, when i looked closer at it, i realized what it was... but you must know what this potion does?!? right?...
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Post by SkinnyGreenMan on Mar 19, 2006 17:15:37 GMT -5
"What it does? What does it do, thief? I recieved it from a friend who wouldn't tell me what it does but then again... Maybe I should figure it out myself..."
The two of them had been walking toward Goilen, but as they neared the city, Renaldo stopped, and wouldn't go any further.
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Post by naughtyelf on Mar 19, 2006 17:18:30 GMT -5
"uhhhhh, maybe we should go a diferent way huh?"
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Post by SkinnyGreenMan on Mar 19, 2006 17:22:24 GMT -5
"Go a different way? Its the middle of the night and this is the only town around, unless you want to stay in Kylemore which isn't likely since they probably would just send you down here. What is your name, anyway?"
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Post by naughtyelf on Mar 19, 2006 17:25:39 GMT -5
"my name is Renaldo Britchwood, and as for not wanting to go in this direction, lets just say my hand slipped while playing a poker game".
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Post by SkinnyGreenMan on Mar 19, 2006 17:33:11 GMT -5
"Well then, Renaldo, will you return my potion?" Fabrizio held out his hand.
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Post by naughtyelf on Mar 19, 2006 17:41:12 GMT -5
*looks at his hand for what seems like ages before placeing the potion is his hands* "that was harder then it looked"
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Post by SkinnyGreenMan on Mar 19, 2006 17:45:23 GMT -5
Fabrizio sighed with relief that Renaldo wasn't hostile in the end.
"Thank you, my name is Fabrizio. I'll need to go in to town and check into the inn, if they're still open this late."
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Post by naughtyelf on Mar 19, 2006 18:13:05 GMT -5
"i might as well come to...but if any one asks, my name is george lucus hamy the third ok?"
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Post by The Dracolyte on Mar 19, 2006 18:35:55 GMT -5
Character Name: Lance Silving
Location: Deirora
Personality: Vary peaceful considers all forms of life sacred but when he or his companions are threatened he will defend them at all costs.
Looks: 6"1' 184 pounds short dark brown hair light blue eyes wears black pants and a long dark blue robe.
Fighting Style: Very nimble and quick uses a long bamboo staff and also uses ninjitsu when needed.
Age:17
Background: his parents abandoned him as a baby was found on a door step of a monastery, trained by monks since he was 3 years old, he left them at the age of 15 to look for his parents, he found them slaughtered in a village raided by bandits he sought them out found them in a near by cave ran in then killed them he is now on a journey to make sure what happened to him will never happen to anyone else again.
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Post by SkinnyGreenMan on Mar 19, 2006 21:11:42 GMT -5
Fabrizio and Renaldo (George Lucas Hammy the third for now) continued into town. There was no one about on the streets, partly due to the fact that it was suddenly raining hard. The two of them checked in to the inn. They didn't get to sleep long, however. In a few hours, there was commotion throughout the town far lowder then the heavy rain. The sound of battle. The inn keeper was knocking on the door yelling before either Renaldo or Fabrizio could say anything though.
"Get up, get out! Kylemore is under attack and Goilen with it!"
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Post by The Dracolyte on Mar 20, 2006 0:46:07 GMT -5
Then Lance runs in "Quick we must join the battle, the townsfolk are in danger!! oh excuse me, my names Lance Silving come on lets go!!"
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Post by SkinnyGreenMan on Mar 20, 2006 0:52:38 GMT -5
This strange guy with a Bamboo stick runs up out of nowhere and urges Fabrizio and Renaldo to join in the battle... Apperently the wizards of Kylemore are under attack by someone.
Everyone dashes outside, to see most of the village in flames, regardless of the heavy rain. There is a swarm of people running toward the three towers of Kylemore off in the distance.
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