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Post by drage on Jun 25, 2007 11:36:38 GMT -5
The sand of the desert was shifting slightly in the wind as Tadra hung heavy and full in the night sky. A small encampment lay amid the burnt sands. Drage reclined on the sand facing his companions.
“we’re close now. Another days march and we should be there. What do you suppose we’ll find?” he said and stared up at the stars.
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Raivont
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Delightfully Bitter
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Post by Raivont on Jun 26, 2007 20:18:02 GMT -5
Raivont stared up at the stars from where he lay, casually flipping his dagger in the air. Iry lay curled up beside him, nose burried in his tail. It was a nice night.. Not too hot, but not too cool, either. Just warm enough that he didn't have to wear layers. In fact, he was being rather bold by going topless, wearing only his kilt and boots, as well as some of his leather armor. Everything else was in his pack, and he was using that as a pillow. Beside him rested his claymore, sheathed, but ready to be drawn if the occasion should entail it.
"Depends on what perspective you take," he said. "If you're positive about it.. We'll find this elementalist of yours. I, being more negative, think we'll find trouble, and lots of it."
That was Raivont for you, though. Ever the bitter Elf. He wasn't particularly mean about it, nor were his words spoken in any harsh manner. No, he was being logical. It helped him most of the time, so why not now?
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Post by drage on Jun 29, 2007 20:54:10 GMT -5
(Anoúlk seems to have vanished... )
Drage glanced at his companion. "unfortunately, i'm inclined to agree with you on this one." he quieted and lay back, watching the stars and moon. his pack was near by, but he didnt need anything out of it. smileing slightly he thanked the gods for the good weather they'd had of late. it'd made travel much easyer and more pleasant.
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