Wylie
Troubadour
The Wrestler
Posts: 172
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Jail.
Jul 14, 2008 20:41:46 GMT -6
Post by Wylie on Jul 14, 2008 20:41:46 GMT -6
"So, are the Herald and this High Inquisitor the same person?" Wylie asked.
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Natalie
The "Before" years
[M:0]
You can look, but don't touch.
Posts: 26
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Jail.
Jul 14, 2008 22:46:18 GMT -6
Post by Natalie on Jul 14, 2008 22:46:18 GMT -6
As Wylie and Tobias talked, at first Natalie only kept half her attention on the conversation. Hearing mention of the High Inquisitor caused her mind to think up several...disturbing...things that could happen if this little group was caught by those loyal to him. She mentally scolded herself, 'Nuh-uh, not gonna happen. Not while I'm around...They wouldn't lose so easily anyway.' As the thief thought this she unconsciously tightened her grip around Wylie a bit.
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Tobias
Myrmidon
DEAD
I've got a better idea: let's do it my way
Posts: 78
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Jail.
Jul 15, 2008 13:55:53 GMT -6
Post by Tobias on Jul 15, 2008 13:55:53 GMT -6
"Hmm... Well, I never really thought about it, but it doesn't seem like it. A herald is something like an announcer, but the guy who was announcing said the high inquisitor was someone else." He shrugged. "Does it really matter?"
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Wylie
Troubadour
The Wrestler
Posts: 172
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Jail.
Jul 16, 2008 4:41:55 GMT -6
Post by Wylie on Jul 16, 2008 4:41:55 GMT -6
"I just want to know who we're trying to take down," Wylie replied.
A silence followed this statement as they trotted along. They eventually arrived at the previously mentioned stream and began to follow it. Wylie really enjoyed this part of the trip, because it was one of those streams where old, mottled trees hung over it with leaves touching the water. It put Wylie is a much better mood, and even when they finally reached Natalie's horse, he wasn't put out at all.
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Natalie
The "Before" years
[M:0]
You can look, but don't touch.
Posts: 26
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Jail.
Jul 16, 2008 16:32:31 GMT -6
Post by Natalie on Jul 16, 2008 16:32:31 GMT -6
Natalie felt herself relaxing as they traveled alongside the stream. 'It's always peaceful along this trail. That's why I like coming here,' she thought.
When they got to the clearing where her horse was tethered, she giggled as she launched herself off of Wylie's horse and toward her own. "Flare!" she exclaimed happily as she latched onto her mare's neck and ran her fingers through the horse's mane. Flare just stood and endured, even whinnying in response, seemingly completely use to her owner's antics. After a few more passes of her hand, Natalie untied Flare and swung herself up into the saddle.
"Alrighty then, off we go!" the thief said as she sidled her horse up along Wylie's.
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