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Post by Ninmast on Oct 22, 2008 3:16:48 GMT -5
The hooded man's posture stiffened slightly at her choice of words, but he only answered her with a gruff, "Yeah."
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Post by Toriji on Oct 23, 2008 8:26:38 GMT -5
Dynne interjected by tapping the haggrd man on the shoulder."Excuse me. I don't mean to interupt, but it seems you know of what it is that's going on. I am not from this area either, and I would like to know about this obviously supernatural cold."
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Post by Ninmast on Oct 23, 2008 22:35:36 GMT -5
(So, since you provided no action in your post, Toriji, only spoken dialogue, am I supposed to assume your guy is just speaking in utter monotone somewhere on the other side of town while pretending he's a lamp post that landed from the planet Aetrolik?)
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Post by Son of Marth on Oct 23, 2008 22:39:51 GMT -5
(wow i missed a whole page.... didnt realize it was moving along... sorry for my delayed response ninman)
Heather proceeded to walk through the entrance hall of the castle, keeping her guard up, admiring the inside, but trying her best to stay out of the way of others. She was awaiting instructions from the king, yet she began to wonder if she was going to hear anything any time soon. "Hello... anyone home???" She spoke softly in a half sarcastic tone of voice, somewhat laughing as she looked at everyone else who was in the hall.
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Post by Toriji on Oct 24, 2008 14:14:42 GMT -5
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Post by Ninmast on Oct 24, 2008 22:47:02 GMT -5
(The point is, Toriji, all you said in your post is what you said. If you want to participate in this RP, you will do better.)
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Post by TrueBlue© on Oct 25, 2008 0:20:50 GMT -5
(It's a super-epic-type RP. We have to use our "Sunday Best" in storytelling skills. Besides, he already heard about the supernatural cold because he was listening in.)
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Post by Toriji on Oct 25, 2008 21:29:04 GMT -5
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Post by TrueBlue© on Oct 27, 2008 15:05:29 GMT -5
The weird woman sucked in air through her pointed teeth at Dynne's forward action. She wasn't sure why, but she took a step back, like some violence was going to happen.
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Post by Ninmast on Oct 29, 2008 20:27:56 GMT -5
Dynne interjected by tapping the haggrd man on the shoulder."Excuse me. I don't mean to interupt, but it seems you know of what it is that's going on. I am not from this area either, and I would like to know about this obviously supernatural cold." The shifting of the taller man's hood suggested he had clenched his jaw and he drew his fist back as he began to turn toward Dynne. "Touch me again and you won't be able to do it a third." The shorter cloaked man reached out and grabbed the wrist of the taller, more lanky hooded man and muttered something that the woman and Dynne wouldn't catch, then motioned toward the front of the chambers with his head. The taller man turned to see what was happening. A moment later, bugles sounded, calling everyone else's attention to the front of the room. Behind them, Lord Alean ascended to the stage. He was young, perhaps in his late twenties, and looked to be quite a charismatic figure, particularly with the ladies with his broad shoulders, thick brown hair and chocolate eyes, but that didn't mean he actively pursued such a path. Right now, his purpose was different, indicated by his blue chainmail embedded with his emblem in the center of the chest and the falchion he wore at his side. "Attention, everyone," he called in a light tenor voice. "Thank you for coming in response to Neverwinter's need. Wolves have been attacking our flock, led by strange creatures. The wolves, themselves, are not normal, either. We have one sample, and we will show it to you." He beckoned, and several soldiers carried in the corpse of a large, mottled, yellow wolf the size of a small horse. Many of those that had come gasped, but the dip of the taller hooded man suggested he was scowling. "Bannor," he asked the shorter one, "is that what I think it is?" The one whose name was apparently Bannor nodded. "It is Kresh."
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Post by Giant Brother on Oct 29, 2008 20:55:39 GMT -5
Colin, shockingly, complied and said nothing else other than a single "oh". Who was he to judge? After all, one of his best friends was a lesbian, too.
When the wolf was carted in, Colin let out a low, impressed whistle. He had experience with monsters, after all, and he figured that accepting a call to deal with giant, monstrous wolves would lead to him seeing, well, giant, monstrous wolves. "Whoo, boy. Now that is a face only a mother could love." He said out loud. "I wonder how many steaks you could get off that brute?"
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Post by Toriji on Oct 30, 2008 8:26:15 GMT -5
Dynne didn't react as harshly as most would expect, the alien's reaction gave him a "heads up" as to what would happen. He stood still, ready to dodge, but with respect. After, the smaller man caught his wrist, Dynne gave a quick apology to the larger man and turned his attention to Lord Alean.
The wolves did not scare him, he dealt with monsters of the like quite often. "Hrm, I wonder if the beasts and this cold are connected?"
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Post by The Silent Orator on Nov 2, 2008 19:44:41 GMT -5
Skye looked at the wolf, a hint of pity and sadness befalling her. Who would dare to twist creation in such an cruel way? After Colin's remark, she slapped him on the back of the head. It wasn't a hard one... more like in a way a mother would discipline her child.
"How dare you mock life in a way such as that?" she asked in a shocked tone, quite clearly in surprise that someone would seem to make such a light farce of such a grievous situation.
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Post by Giant Brother on Nov 2, 2008 21:04:54 GMT -5
Colin merely rolled his eyes. "Let me guess here. You're either a fanatical vegan, a fanatical white mage, or both." The boy sighed. "I can't believe it... I hit on a druid... a feminazi druid..."
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 2, 2008 21:24:52 GMT -5
"You wouldn't want to eat that meat anyway, boy," the taller of the two hooded men almost seemed to sneer. "Horrible. Nearly impossible to stomach even as a matter of survival, and makes you sick if you do manage to keep it down."
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