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Post by Shadowfax on Feb 9, 2006 18:57:16 GMT -5
"RAND!"Mat shouted as he fought his way to his friends side. "Thanks for leaving me,"Perrin muttered as he less than gracefully hacked his way after them.
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Post by RoherynLOTR on Feb 9, 2006 19:51:59 GMT -5
Rand slashed akwardly at the Trollocs as he headed toward Mat, pausing a second to stare at the amazing way the stranger in their midst handled his blade.
Lan managed to take out the Trollocs, without managing to looked over-whelmed by the large, almost over-powering amount of the semi-human Trollocs.
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Post by jumper12 on Feb 10, 2006 16:54:29 GMT -5
Val gazed at the 3 who seemed to be defending themselves, she stepped out from behind the building, and waited to see if they'd make eye contact with her.
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Post by Shadowfax on Feb 10, 2006 17:59:31 GMT -5
"Did they attack your farm?"Mat asked quickly and somewhat egarly.
"Blood and ashes Mat,"Perrin said darning a trolloc to come near,"Why dont you stop yacking and fight."
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Post by SilverBullet on Feb 10, 2006 19:26:27 GMT -5
lol, alright, finally I get comp time...
Name: Nicholas Fyreflie Nick: Nick or Flie Age: 17 Gender: Male Looks: Tall, slender, long black hair that constantly falls into his face. He has grey eyes and wears mostly black. Personality: Quiet, reserved, but friendly; loyal, intelligent, rather cynical Position: Farmer's son Weapons: Longsword, carries a smaller, curved dagger but rarely uses it Other: Haha...
The sounds of the commotion brought a lanky youth from his home at the ends of the town, a farm not yet reached by the destruction of the trollocs. It was curiosity that brought him forward at first, his pace a steady walk, but the sudden realization that the town was under attack had his footsteps beating a faster tempo, longsword drawn from the scabbard at his side, where it was often hidden by the black coat sitting loosely on his slender frame. Some might call him crazy to carry a weapon all the time, but strangers in the town and a strange need to feel himslef capable of fighting were the reasons he was able to charge into the battle immediately, blade cleaving deeply into the skull of one of his enemies. He wasn't skilled with a blade as some, never having been in need of such skill, but neither was he incapable. Glancing about warily, he fought his way through with grace he possessed naturally on his feet, grey eyes fixed for signs of someone he knew in the confusing mess.
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Post by xNightxElfx on Feb 10, 2006 23:04:20 GMT -5
Taryn moved through the mess of confusion, her blade dancing with her as she went. She was just about to back out, and take up her bow again when one of the monsterouse Trollocs jumped in her path. Fighting him back furiosly, her black hair felw in her face, and she lost ground against the creature. Slowly, the affects began to become noticable as her blade slowed, catching the defense slowly. And then she felt it, the stinging of a blade ripping through her arm, tearing her flesh. Confusion clouded her eyes as a pain shot through her arm, and she glanced down, watching her plain white cotton shirt turn red on her left arm. She stumbled backward, away from the Trolloc, clutching her arm and trying to find the best way to get out of the fight.
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Post by Shadowfax on Feb 11, 2006 11:09:35 GMT -5
(*looks at Roheryn* maybe you should play Moiraine I'll play Thom)
Mat and Perrin-still fighting
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Post by SilverBullet on Feb 11, 2006 22:38:57 GMT -5
A frown creased Nick's angular face as he noticed Taryn, bringing his sword up to a guard position and walking over to her, grey eyes somewhat worried under the hanging of dark bangs that always cast them into shadow. "You okay?" he asked her, turning to make sure no enemies came upon him while he was talking.
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xNightxElfx
Elf
Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention.
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Post by xNightxElfx on Feb 11, 2006 23:23:30 GMT -5
Taryn was silent for a moment, she blinked frequently, trying to clear her clouded mind. Slowly, she nodded, "yes" she said in a whispered breath as she climbed back to her feet. Stwoing away her sword back into its scabbard, she glanced at her arm, the cloth red stained now, but at least the bleeding stopped. Bravely, she slifted her arm, wondering if she could return to her bow, but a searing pain made her stop. "its just cut a little" she said, shaking her hair loose and giving Nick a small smile. "I...I can manage" she said slowly, clearly unsure of what to say. Taryn was not experianced(sp?) in the ways of speaking with many people, especially young men who looked around her own age. She lifted her arm again, providing herself with a distraction, and a reason to speak no more unless she was spoken to again.
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Post by SilverBullet on Feb 11, 2006 23:29:31 GMT -5
Nicholas raised an eyebrow, not truly sure he believed her, then shrugged and turned his distant eyes back to the battle. "Well, it doesn't look like you should be doing anymore fighting, anyways. We should probably get you out of here..." Realizing he was speaking and not really paying attention to what he was saying, Nick shut his mouth and looked down at her, wondering why she seemed to nervous. Perhaps it was just the fact she'd been injured, and her town was in the process of being burned to the ground.
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