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Post by Roin Valor on Mar 24, 2014 22:34:51 GMT -6
The snow was only lightly falling on the cold, icy trail. The grooves in the ground had been made by many merchants using the roads over Ilia's existence. After all, few places could exist in such a cold place. The merchants were shaking in their boots, most of them from the southern regions of Elibe, bringing their goods north for the massive trade that Ilia offered in exchange for services. However, the figure sitting in the back wasn't even remotely cold as he peered toward the mountains nearby, his dark blue orbs focused as they pierced the snow that fell. He'd adorned his robe's lining with fur, efficiently turning the plainsman outfit into one well-fit for the cold environment. Not to mention he was also born to an Ilia mother and raised in this Cold World in his youth. The back of his bandoleer held his bow and spare iron sword, the sword wrapped tightly in a velvet cloth and the holding it to his back with the aid of the slip noose. On his right hip, gently jingling and rocking with the cart, was his steel blade. It was no special blade, as most Sacaens acquired, but it was his blade.
"This is far enough."
The merchant driving the rear cart looked back to his passenger, making a face. "Really, sir? We-" "Yes. This is far enough." The man sighed, turning to face his steed as he pulled the beast to a halt. The swordsman stood, moving to the opposite side of the cart and, with a natural grace fitting of a Sacaen, dropped to the ground. The merchant seemed about to say something, but he simply grumbled and resumed his cart's progress. Roin didn't even looked his way, the Sacaen, simply holding the bundle on his left hip. It held his simple rations for this journey. Hunting was no concern of his, but it never hurt to have food prepared already.
A short walk later, down a winding, cracked path, he finally arrived where he had been aiming to go. The ancient ruin in front of him, built alongside the mountain, was one of the many old mining projects of Ilia. Carefully looking about, he moved over to a nearby snow pile, brushing a portion of it away before finding what he was after. Grabbing the dead wood, he simply smirked. "Just like mother and father taught me...this will do." Once more, he turned and made his way toward the structure. This time, however, he moved to the large doors and, with a careful preparatory breath, kicked the door.
The door splintered with its ancient age, the ice within it that normally strengthened some objects making it horribly brittle. The winds whipped inside, the snow on the wind making the effect almost beautiful as the darkness within absorbed the new-found snowy wind. Carefully moving inside, he opened a pouch on his bandoleer and, with a quick flash of the flint within it, was able to strike a flame to the frozen wood. He knew it would serve as a short-term torch. Long enough to find a real one within the old ruins. The inside was dusty, many webs sporting the area, but the signs that this place held something were obvious. Rubble and junk ores were visible all over, making it clear he was the first one here in a long time...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 23:24:54 GMT -6
"...Hey! Let's go on a wild, adventurous journey! Ilia is the BEST place for that....not. All I get are the chills!"
As the chilly winds of the snow country brush against her petite frame underneath the robe she wore to keep herself warm, the young woman deeply regretted talking herself into such a ridiculous quest...and for what? To find something entertaining to do while she's perfecting her anima magic? And this "entertaining" thing she had in mind was to explore some older area of Ilia just for the sake of aimless adventure. She even had to admit that for a woman her age, she jumped the gun with ideas waaaay too quickly before thinking them out first...like an over-excitable child. It takes moments like these where she wished that she was near a fireplace that she realize this flaw...and not like it made much of a difference anyway since she's pretty hard headed and doesn't learn her lesson until way later when it's nearly too late. Maybe she should off just stayed home with grandpa--
Naaaaaah!
The old coot was probably sitting in front of his round table drinking tea...like he always do. She...couldn't recall moments where he WASN'T drinking something. How he held it all without emptying his bladder a lot was a mystery. But enough of her crazy grandfather. Onwards to finding somewhere to warm the heck up! All that was in her path was endless amounts of snow, as she wondered if she was even close to shelter or lost forever in the snow to suffer a cold and painfully slow death...until she realized what seemed to be a merchant wagon dropping someone off from a distance before immediately taking off. If her eyesight wasn't superb, then she may have not even spotted them. But the lone figure soon disappeared and her curiosity enveloped her like always, chasing after the person for the sake of adventure! ...And hopefully a place to get out of this blasted cold weather. She was on a hill when she spotted the person, but as she was about to descend, her clumsiness got the best of her.
"Waaaaaaah!!" She screamed immediately as she took too big of a step and tumbled down the hill after tripping. Luckily for her, she landed in another pile of snow on ground level as she was nearly buried underneath. "Oohh...o-ouchie! I hope no one saw that..." She raised from underneath the snow, miracuosly unscathed due to her natural affinity of having good luck within a less fortunate situation. As she shook herself clean from most of the snow, she scan the area looking for the person she was following, but didn't see anyone but a set of large doors wide open. Maybe they went through there...?
"Err...hellooooo?!" She cried out with no other ideas to follow as she approached the rather old door. Where WAS she anyway? Eventually, a little smirk crossed her features as she realized it was ADVENTURE TIME! If no one was going to respond to her call from within the ruin, then she was going to light something for a torch with her fire magic and run on in like a little kid.
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Mar 25, 2014 0:22:21 GMT -6
A purple cloaked man whose dress was not entirely appropriate for the weather had no issues moving through the snow banks. Another man was with him, but wearing darker clothes and a more loose body language whereas the purple dressed man could be explained to have a more upright and "at attention" type of demeanor. They both had packs on for their journey, but the similarities ended there.
Synkkis Kyyneltya had bright white hair that blended in with the snow flurrying around the two. He held no weapon, but had a satchel close on his hip which carried an assortment of books. His dark red eyes jumped all around, surveying the landscape, his mind always three steps ahead even if they didn't have to worry about much at the top of their hill.
Alaric Kyyneltya wore a gray cap on his head and a slim sword hung from his belt. He had one hand on the hilt and the other on his pipe he was puffing to pass the boredom of these long hikes. Surprisingly the altitude, tobacco, and physical exertion were not holding him back from being right behind his older brother. The sword man's long black hair whipped in the wind, revealing a primitive tattoo on his neck that extended down into his collar, and a multitude of piercings on his ear. The myrmidon looked more like a bandit than any of the other local inhabitants. However, underneath it all was a baby faced younger brother ready to follow his blood into the depths to combat uncertain dangers.
The purple mage reached his cold hand into his hood and scratched his head. He knew this area well, but the snowstorm was making terrain features look odd or different and he wasn't able to track exactly where he was. A little further walking to the corner of the hill revealed a road that had a caravan travelling on it, so he took a moment painting a mental map in his head. As he did this his brother tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey Syn... What's that guy doing?" he asked, pointing towards a green clothed figure moving towards the bottom of the gully towards a frozen doorway that looked more like a hatch with how old it was. The figure broke through the door and made his way inside, while another figure caught his eye as this one was tumbling down the opposite hill. The two laughed a bit before Synkkis punched his brother in the shoulder and slid down the hill with his brother right behind him.
As they reached the bottom, Alaric kicked Synkkis in his shin pronouncing payback. The older brother ignored his brother's provocations and turned a serious eye into the cavern. He recognized which one it was from the shattered doorframe.
He paused and returned to his brother. "You remember this place, don't you?" the shaman asked in a relaxed tone. "We've passed by here a few times, but that door has always been stuck so we'd use one of the collapsed ceilings to get in. Good thing this is open, we're not small kids that can fit through those ceilings anymore. he started entering through the entry when he heard a woman calling out from inside. "Let's go see what these tourists want."
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Post by Roin Valor on Mar 25, 2014 0:44:02 GMT -6
Roin had only walked a short distance within, his makeshift torch flickering as it rather poorly lit the place, before the girl called out. The Sacaen male's eyes fell on her, the intimidation cutting clear through the darkness even with the low light level.
"Hold there."
Lowering a hand to rest on the top of his sword's hilt, gently squeezing the top of the weapon rather instinctively, he called again.
"I am Roin of Sacae, son to Lady Roina of Ilia and Lorca Tribesman Ronin. Who are you?"
A true Sacaen feared no friend or foe knowing their name. The nomadic nature meant they often could escape any foe, but any foe they couldn't kill was one they often had little choice in. Carefully, he lowered the torch, letting the light shadow him slightly but also light up the floor and reflect off the rubble piles. The effect, with the junk ores mixed into the piles, lit the place up enough to see a good twenty or more yards around him. It allowed him to easily see those approaching as well as the other way around. It was as got this improved vision that he seemed to frown. It was just a girl, but she had the air of magic around her. Many magi had traveled through Sacae in the past and all of them held a "presence" unlike the natural air of intimidation or heroism like a warrior.
"This place is far too dangerous to be running about. I am only here because there were reports of bandits and the like around...as well as other matters, concerning the abominations that walk the land...surely you should know better than to stumble along blindly...right?"
It was clear he wasn't aware of the duo that saw him as a tourist, but if they saw him they'd likely see full well he was no tourist. Sacaen robes marked him as a plainsman, but his wyvern mark labeled him as an Ilian by birth or by ideology.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2014 10:17:30 GMT -6
Hmm...guess nobody was home--Or they were! When the Sacaean appeared within her sight and introduced himself, she remembered that it had to be the guy that she was previously chasing before her little...accident. "Vivian's the name! Or Vivi...or...oh, whatever." Not like she had an alias or anything like that, mind you. Noticing a bit more of the snow from the fall on her sleeves, she gently brushed off the fragments of soft ice before scanning her surroundings a bit, almost forgetting about the guy in front of her. The exterior had no real sightseeing, which would mean things were more interesting within.
But when the man began talking again, she heard the word "bandit", which immediately sent a frown across her features. "Bandits...bandits...it's always...freakin' bandits! These guys need a new hobby, or something." She immediately crossed her arms, displaying her obvious frustration with the poorly hygienic brutes. All she wanted was to do something entertaining with all this blasted free time she had, but someone's always jacking that up. "You shouldn't have told me that then, pal. I only came all the way into the depths of this frozen hell out of personal curiosity towards the unknown, but...seems like bandits are ALWAYS getting in my way."
She caught a glimpse of his makeshift torch...something she herself did a lot while going through dark places. She had an idea spring to mind as she smirked and took out her tome. She figured this guy would be a little difficult with convincing, so she thought she could beat him to the punch before he would try to keep her out. "Yeah, yeah...I know how dangerous this stuff is. Wasn't born yesterday, buddy!" She then raised her single finger as a small sphere of flame was formed immediately, showing her rather precise control of her basic fire tome as it slowly enlarged over time. Following with a big, bright smile, she went along with her plan. "...But if you want a better torch than the one you have now, then you might want to consider bringing me along. I could light a fire way bigger than the one currently on that stick of yours. Besides, I'll just follow you anyway, so there's that!"
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Mar 26, 2014 18:02:48 GMT -6
The echoes of the voices was very distinctive in the old mine, so the brothers could easily hear and distinguish the voices of the two up ahead of them. The flickering light of the make-shift torch was dimly spread across the rocks until a brighter fire was lit up ahead by the woman talking in a very loud voice.
Silently, the shaman undid the bindings on the leather pouch he held his tome in. It had killed before and it was ready to kill again if the situation demanded it. There were a lot of deserters that ravaged Synkkis' homeland not to mention petty bandits and war parties. Ilia was having a lot of trouble keeping the newly founded Etrurian war machine out of its borders, even with the mountainous advantage that was held here. With the rebellion and the abominations, there were a lot of people dying all over Elibe every day with this darkness that spread across the land.
Alaric recognized the act and unsheathed his sword, making sure he didn't knock it against any of the walls in the confined space. The two weren't very adept with their weapons, but they'd do what they could to defend their homeland despite the protests from their family. The gray clothed figure slowly moved forward until he could see the two talking from around the corner. Alaric mostly was the find the weakness and slash type, but he could learn how to be stealthy as well as his brother. It was funny to think back to a time when it was Alaric who was a troublemaker now doing something so noble as protecting the same people he caused problems with about a year or two ago.
The purple mage recalled the spell from memory, losing the feeling in his fingertips as the darkness encroached around him. From out of the walls oozed a very dark tar and collected with a dim fire that sparked around it just in front of the caster. It fizzed and popped, the tar bubbling as it held itself in place. He kept his concentration on it as much as he could, but still called out from behind the corner. "Intruders! Identify yourselves!"
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Post by Roin Valor on Mar 28, 2014 7:05:00 GMT -6
The girl had surely been a strange sight, but before he could even give her an answer, he heard the voice of a third party. Looking past her toward the corner in an instant, the Sacaen narrowed his eyes, his free hand moving to rest on his sword. "There are no intruders here, save perhaps this girl. Who asks?"
Roin seemed a bit mixed. Perhaps this girl, even a young, gullible mage, might have been bait for some sort of bandit trap. Even then, he knew to follow his gut. This was simply a very popular day for him where he'd likely see a bunch of new faces.
"If it would make you more willing to show your own face, then I am Roin, born an Ilian and raised a Sacaen."
No reason to spout off his full title with his parents, considering the likely-hood that this old mining complex held a fair share of surprises already to worry about. The sooner he was able to clear up this "intruder situation" the better.
However, he did answer the girl's statement as he offered her the torch, keeping his free hand on his sword. "You can come along, but make certain you watch my back. In a place like this, even a trained warrior with a strong weapon might find danger too much when he turns to march onward." It would be clear he was stating just how this would go. He wanted her to warn him so he could handle whatever monster might cross their path. A mage had good skill and power with their arts, but they don't parry as easily or as agilely as he might with a sword, even with arts designed for such a thing. Of course, it also had to do with the fact she was young, even for an adventuring heroine.
Carefully squeezing the hilt of his sword, he pulled it free from his hip and, with a gentle turnover of the weapon, moved it to hang out toward his side, a passive stance but one that had the ability to strike out or defend at a moment's notice. This sword was certainly no prized weapon in the plains, however Roin had the skill to make it as effective as one.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2014 19:14:23 GMT -6
"Ya got yourself a sealed deal, dude!" She took the offered torch as she agreed to his terms, taking the makeshift light and carefully directed her flame above the existing one atop the dead wood. She pulled it away afterward, the flame on the wood igniting much larger than before and the area illuminating much more brightly than it was before. This was going to be exciting!
Her shoulders jumped when the voice from behind gave her quite the startle. Out of instinct, the sphere of flame she had already formed grew triple in size when her entire hand was stretched open. She stood in her current position after turning herself completely around, facing towards the the person who called out to them in an aggressive tone. The dark oozy stuff she witnessed around was very...unpleasant for her to keep looking at for long. But from the way he spoke, it was if he owned this ruin. How can you own a sealed ruin, she thought. She could be jumping to conclusions as always, but she didn't care much. What WAS clear is that he was going to try and blast them regardless.
But she needed to settle down herself, as the apparent magic user was getting the wrong idea. The fire died down after a while, but she kept herself ready in case he was trigger happy. "Hey, hey! Cool off! I'm not hostile!" It was a rather poor response, but whatever. She could say some incredibly long and boring excuse to tell him to hold his spell, but what if he just said screw it and released the elder magic upon them anyway while she was talking? Some people were like that...and she wasn't exactly in a risk-taking mood today! ...Well, she did risk her life coming all the way out here, so...
Eh. Whatever!
Given that it was about time she at least complied with the apparent guardian's demand, she sighed for a brief moment before giving him her undivided attention. "I'm Vivian...just a traveling mage. Now, you can halt that freaky spell of yours and we can maaaaaybe talk this out without trying to kill each other, hm?"
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"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Mar 29, 2014 0:52:59 GMT -6
From the tone of the voices, the two sounded genuine. The purple cloaked mage smashed his hand into the ground, beating the Flux spell into the dirt until it dissipated. He figured this was a pretty dangerous way to get rid of the spell before he cast it and used up some of the tome's effectiveness, but it was certainly better than have his soul consume it within or rather... it doing the consuming.
Synkkis stepped forward with a bit of caution. A closer look revealed the Sacaen who was armed to the teeth and the mage who's eccentric speech burned brighter than her spell she used as a torch. Alaric followed in closely behind and reluctantly sheathed his blade. "Not a problem. With times like these, it's hard to trust anyone for their word. However, Sacaens are always true to their word. Us Ilians know that much." The Sacaens helped Ilia in its fight against Hargus and a Sacaen was the one reigning there right now. It had seen much conflict, but had been the only consistent ally of Ilia despite the troubles of Elibe.
The mage started regaining feeling in his fingers as the effects of the elder magic started to fade away. He took a quick check to the marking on his right hand and breathed a sigh of relief. "Now, what do two travelers have business in a decrepit mine? I get the feeling you aren't using this place just for shelter." He crossed his arms, still wary.
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Post by Roin Valor on Mar 29, 2014 6:26:30 GMT -6
Roin hadn't sheathed his sword until the duo approached and presented themselves with their weapons and magic away. Even still, he sheathed it carefully and with his eyes still fixed on the duo. When the hilt clicked against the sheath, he finally spoke.
"I am not using this place for shelter...nor am I a traveler. I came here from my mother's village to the south of here, near the Ilia and Sacaen border. If anything, I am hunting something."
He looked over the sword-bearing man. While both men were skilled, he knew a fight might go his way with the aid of this young mage. As she had said, however, his idea was no to find trouble. Carefully looking to her, he made a mental note that she seemed far more playful than skilled in combat.
"As for her, I do not know. She simply followed me, I assume. But the target I am after...it is one of those strange, snake-like creatures. It supposedly fled up here from all the conflicts to the south...this is the only warm area to rest at."
He'd revealed his goal. He seeked to hunt down the monsters that had been plaguing the area of Ilia he had grown up in. It was likely why he had armed himself to the teeth with his extra sword and bow. Clearly the Sacaen wasn't thinking for personal benefit, but for the safety of the Ilian town. Turning away, he peered down the long hall of the mine before grumbling.
"No telling what other spawn it has arisen in this fowl place. This mine was closed long ago after a collapse killed many of the miners...and these fiends are known to be necromancers to some degree. No telling what foul monsters I'll stumble upon..."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2014 11:51:15 GMT -6
Much rejoice! Well, she didn't openly show it. She settled for a simple smile of out relief that things cooled down rather quickly. The duo still seemed to be a little on edge, but all the mage had to do was keep her hands away from her tome and she'd be fine. It was quite the...intriguing way the elder arts user stopped his spell though. Was that how all Shamans cut their spells short? If so, it seemed kind of fun...in a weird way. If only she could just take her hand and punch a fire ball until it popped...buuuut she'd end up burning her hand in the process, and that was no fun. And it wasn't like she could stop a bolt from a Thunder tome either. But THAT would be fun to do--
...on second thought, no. It'd be horridly painful.
Almost cringing at the thought, she shook her head once to discard her silly thoughts for the sake of the moment and addressed them all once more. As she was going to explain her rather simple, yet poor excuse for being in ruins in the middle of nowhere, she raised an eyebrow towards Roin at his reasons. "Hmmm...? But I thought you..." Could have sworn he said bandits were here too. Maybe he just forgot to menion it? Oh well. Not like it mattered. She crossed her arms out of confusion now, pretty much clueless on a plausible excuse for being here now that she was just following along.
"You know, I'm not...exactly sure why I'm here anymore." She stuck her tongue out in playfulness, but was using that as a cover for lack of reasoning. "But, uh, I'm helping this guy out of curiosity, so that's probably a better reason than why I'm originally wandering around here!"
Curse her short-term memory.
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Apr 1, 2014 10:22:50 GMT -6
The shaman knew not what to believe. Ostia's hellspawn all the way in Ilia? How did they slip under his nose? Also he didn't hear anything other than rumors of dead men walking and knew for certainty there were wolves more fierce than a wyvern protecting her young and fur as dark as night. If what the Sacaen said was ultimately true, it'd be a hugely important discovery for the elder magic enthusiast.
Synkkis replied with the fire mage and chuckled. "I will follow along as well. Is everyone here actually prepared for an excursion into this mine?" The dark mage patted down his pockets, reached up into his cloak, and jostled his pack around a bit. He looked over towards his brother and he had a look of adventure on him.
"Find new creatures, learn about them, and then kill them all off. I'm all for it." the overly confident swordsman laughed, resting his hand on the hilt of his blade.
Synkkis was just about finished messing with his pack as he pulled out a coil of rope. He held it in front of him, allowing the others to see. "This rope isn't meant for climbing or holding things together. We can use this as to not get lost in this forsaken mine."
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Post by Roin Valor on Apr 3, 2014 12:58:33 GMT -6
As the rope was extended, Roin simply frowned.
"I don't get lost, even in caverns such as this."
Moving away toward one of the piles of rubble, he lowered to grab one of the largest of the stones, taking but a moment to ready himself before lifting it. Shortly, back into the open path, he lowered to put it between the group. Once he had stood back up, he looked to the man and his partner, his steeled gaze not offensive but clearly distrusting for the moment.
"Perhaps if you told us your names, I could trust you. Having your aid is something I won't turn away, but I do not anchor myself to strangers while other methods are equally effective for marking one's path."
Reaching into one of the bags along his bandolier, he pulled free what looked like an engraving knife. Lowering to his knee while removing it from a sheath, he gave a quick, deep mark to the stone he had selected, making an arrow point to the direction of the door. Once he was satisfied with that, he rose to his feet to deposit his knife back to its sheath and then the bag.
"Now, we need to get moving. Undead I can believe...but these tales I've heard from the nearby villages of this snake creature are enough to disturb me. It cannot be allowed to survive this place. If it comes to a fight, I expect you magi to protect me as best you can, as well as your friend there."
He gave a small nod toward Alaric before turning and moving down the hall. The mines of Ilia were rather simple ones. They didn't have too many spanning branch-tunnels, designed purely for quick, precise mining. The harsher winter is generally what led to most of them being shut down, but those that stayed open were known for being rather sturdy, secure places. This one had been open for more than one winter, but it was safe to say their path would be fairly straight forward. It wouldn't be until they neared the deeper sections most likely, however, that they'd find the cursed ones he had come to slay.
"Be quick with that torch, Vivian. We don't want to sit around until we're found.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2014 11:53:40 GMT -6
Leaving her usual upbeat behavior behind for a few moments, her eyebrow arched as she paid a little more attention to both Roin's words and actions. Just...what in the world was he doing with the stone he picked up? Other than it being a little unusual, it was also quite random as he displayed his obvious distrust towards the two. She didn't really see much of anything to be suspicious about them...well, other than one of them seemingly itching to kill something in there. The sacaean seemed like the type that couldn't just unwind every once in a while. At least that's a positive thing to have while down here. They needed someone to be 100% attentive...aaaand that was certainly not her.
"Weeeeell, I'm about ready to explore and kick some serious butt! So let's skedaddlez!" She responded to the question in her usual manner, unable to stay serious for even ten seconds. When she raised her arm in the air out of excitement, the torch spun upwards out of her hand, jumping back out of surprise as it was still going. "Ahhh! Slippy fingers!" As she panicked, it fell down and with a small jump, she grabbed it before it could hit anyone. Sighing out of relief, she realized the fire became a little weaker from her clumsiness. She quickly cast another fire ball to re-strengthen the flame before they'd end up traveling in the darkness. She held the torch with both hands this time to make sure she didn't do anything crazy again. The eccentric woman passed looks of obvious embarrassment, but tried to hide it behind a bright, ethereal smile. "...Uhhh...that didn't happen. Juuust an illusion!"
...Riiiight.
Anyway. A sigh a escaped her as she was just about ready to go now. She was quite eager to see what the fuss was about, but she wasn't afraid, nonetheless. As such, she waited patiently for some form of progress to be made into the mines.
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Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
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Profile: Synkkis
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Apr 7, 2014 19:18:01 GMT -6
The purple mage was starting to feel just as cut-off and lost as Vivian was. Inspired by her general attitude regarding this whole dive into the mine, he decided to go with it. "Yes. Let's start moving. Standing around and chatting won't bring me any closer to undead samples, or uh... bringing peace to the neighboring area." He realized his mistake and spoke softly, "Oh. Right. That."
He didn't really have a knack for detail and wasn't ready to start getting lost himself just in-case he got separated from the Sacaen. He tied the end of the rope to one of the bases of the supporting beams and let it trail in his hand. It was a thin rope, so it was quite long as he hung it from his arm.
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