*Sethreal appears from the woods to sit by the fire.*
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Grim thoughts.
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Sethreal
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Grim thoughts.
Former captain of the Azure Shields.
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'Afternoon," Robin says with a soft smile. "S' not wise to be goin' about alone, mate. You know trouble loves this place."
She noted his thoughtful look.
"Something on your mind? I promise I'm a good listener."
She noted his thoughtful look.
"Something on your mind? I promise I'm a good listener."
"Is misery made beautiful, right before our eyes?
Will mercy be revealed, or blind us where we stand?"
Will mercy be revealed, or blind us where we stand?"
*Walks out from the same direction Sethreal came to the fire.*
You know;..... You leave the scent of hunter and hunted out there. The Phoenix Guard never leave their friends to hidden danger.
*Hunkers down on a tree stump. Nods to Robin*
Much less would I leave any of this town to any sort of doom, if I could help it. The surrounding forest is precious to me. If this town were to die, I fear the forest would become as scorched as the waste. Many.........
*he pauses and looks down to the fire*
Many heros fight and die to protect this place.
You know;..... You leave the scent of hunter and hunted out there. The Phoenix Guard never leave their friends to hidden danger.
*Hunkers down on a tree stump. Nods to Robin*
Much less would I leave any of this town to any sort of doom, if I could help it. The surrounding forest is precious to me. If this town were to die, I fear the forest would become as scorched as the waste. Many.........
*he pauses and looks down to the fire*
Many heros fight and die to protect this place.
deceased
I saw him......
*Picks up a small log and tosses it into the fire. Still staring into it as he speaks. Watching the sparks and smoke dance off the fires new fuel.*
after he had died. I think I was one of the first to see him........ And there was nothing I could do about it. I hate feeling helpless. *growls* Im not suited for that...*his eyes narrow*....way of thinking.
*Hunkers back in front of his sittin log. He sniffs the air, his senses mingled with the smoke. Pulls his hood over his face and leans back. Sword arm relaxed, yet readied enough at his side*
*Picks up a small log and tosses it into the fire. Still staring into it as he speaks. Watching the sparks and smoke dance off the fires new fuel.*
after he had died. I think I was one of the first to see him........ And there was nothing I could do about it. I hate feeling helpless. *growls* Im not suited for that...*his eyes narrow*....way of thinking.
*Hunkers back in front of his sittin log. He sniffs the air, his senses mingled with the smoke. Pulls his hood over his face and leans back. Sword arm relaxed, yet readied enough at his side*
deceased
*Not sure time line here? oh well...
*Eli sitting in the sand near Robin by the fire pit playing with toy knights and horses humming some long forgotten tune...
I wanted to save brent too, but I was not around when I was needed...
*Eli sitting in the sand near Robin by the fire pit playing with toy knights and horses humming some long forgotten tune...
I wanted to save brent too, but I was not around when I was needed...
-Eli (Full Elvish: Elaith Vonaduran Craulnober)
There once was a man named Eli,
A man who claimed he could not die.
But one thing makes him wail:
That's when there is no ALE!
Thus his tale: with no beer, he will cry.
(The dark haired, green eyed mage child has faded into the past leaving behind one not quite an adult, but clearly no longer a child. The warrior-mage mixture that he has become can only be described as a survivor. )
There once was a man named Eli,
A man who claimed he could not die.
But one thing makes him wail:
That's when there is no ALE!
Thus his tale: with no beer, he will cry.
(The dark haired, green eyed mage child has faded into the past leaving behind one not quite an adult, but clearly no longer a child. The warrior-mage mixture that he has become can only be described as a survivor. )