Yaoke
Shaman
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Post by Yaoke on Feb 16, 2012 18:19:02 GMT -6
Yaoke wandered along the path he'd been taking for the past week, and seemed to be struggling with the need for rest and the want to continue on. It wasn't often the shaman felt the need to rest, but often resorted to other forms of rest: meditation and brief snoozes. Sighing, Yaoke looked at the small bag of apples, a loaf of bread and some water he'd put in a canteen.
Looking around the small highway, Yaoke decided to gather some firewood and make camp for a small amount of time. A little rest wouldn't be too bad, right? After gathering the wood, he struck his tinder and flint, creating a small but soothing glow from the fire. Seeing a rabbit, Yaoke threw a Flux spell at the small mammal, killing it; picking it up, he proceeded to skin it and then tried slicing it with a small knife he'd picked up from a fisherman.
Stewing the rabbit with some cheese and apples, Yaoke waited then ate his meal for a few moments of peace. Looking up, he realized it was close to nightfall and began to rest near a boulder that wasn't too close or too far from his camp. Dozing off, Yaoke thought Maybe I can wake up and not deal with bandits...yeah, right.
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Post by Alexander on Feb 17, 2012 0:16:19 GMT -6
Alex had wandered about Etruria for quite some time. Over the past coupld of months he had collected a lot of information about Etruria, stuff he had not even wanted to hear in the first place. But it just happened naturally. It amused Alex how humans could suddenly become paranoid of their own kind. It also infuriated him however. This goddamn nation worshiped one of the 12 crusaders who drove away his kind. Unlike the other places he had been to, people here behaved like fanatics. If he could, he would kill every single person who praised that accursed woman, but even he knew his limits. Humans, though weak compared to manaketes in strength, had the number advantage. They also made weapons effective on manaketes... Alex was sure he would not live if he tried to kill all of them.
But what Alexander was worried about, were the visions he had experienced a couple of months ago in that mysterious shrine. He killed those priests who attacked him immediately. He thought it would bring back his confidence, but instead it had an inverse effect. He was more confused than ever now. What did fate really have in store for him?
He treaded on a path leading to another town. He was feeling quite tired himself. He didn't really need a tent though. All he needed was a nice cloth to tie between two trees so e could rest in it. As for food, he didn't need any at the moment. He was not hungry. He certainly found living in the human world kind of difficult. He could not sleep in his dragon form since it risked people seeing him like that.
Sighing, he found a tent nearby. Shrugging, he began setting up his little ' bed amongst the trees.'
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Yaoke
Shaman
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Posts: 2
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Post by Yaoke on Feb 24, 2012 10:34:14 GMT -6
Hearing twigs snap, Yaoke looked up from his stew and was surprised to see a tall and weathered man before him; standing up cautiously, he said "Greetings, sir. My name is Yaoke; what is yours?" Yaoke kept a hand on his tome, just in case things turned ugly. He didn't want to fight necessarily, but the best course of actions were often the defensive ones.
Gesturing to his stew, Yaoke said "If you are hungry, I was in the middle of making a meal for myself. I am more than willing to share it with you." His master had often times told him that sharing a meal with someone often led to peaceful discussion, rather than a messy one. Nevertheless, precaution was a higher precedent than hospitality...or was it the other way around?
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