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Post by Christa (htmlkid) on Aug 17, 2006 12:09:01 GMT -5
Scattered throughout the Dark Camp are the tents of soldiers. Each tent is a regulation size, small, tan dwellings giving the warrior just enough room to sleep, and store his belongings. Even though conditions are a bit cramped, there is no lack of merriment, as the men gather 'round a blazing fire, telling robustly for all to hear.stories of long ago, and singing robustly for all to hear.
A few had even towed along their beloved instruments, strumming away late into the night, lulling the camp to rest. Supplies are fairly plentiful, and though they do have their rations, what they recieve is generous enough. Salted and dried food, sure never to rot, is thrown into steel pots along with scrounged-up onions to make a stew that can actually be quite delicious.
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Post by Windchaser on Aug 17, 2006 14:18:57 GMT -5
Stumbling out of the woods, a girl landed face flat in the ground from tripping over a log and losing balace.She manaaged to get herself up, standing up straight, dusting herself off and looking around. Where in the Devil's name was she? She kept asking herself that question in her head and heard music playing, singing, and smelled something, so she started walking around, seeing tents and people.
The girl saw some men gathered around the fire and she wondered who they were, or what they were to be more exact. Her snake green eyes looked around, trying to look for someone who might notice her, of course a female elf with a bunch of men might be a pretty good clue, she certainly would stand out.
"Who are these people?" She whispered to herself,"The last time I travel in the dark without using fire as a light source."
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Post by Christa (htmlkid) on Aug 17, 2006 15:01:30 GMT -5
A small imp skittered up to Torin, jumping up on the toe of his boot. "Mashter, a girl! A elf-girl, comse from the foreth!"
"Is that so..." Torin said, curiousity getting the best of him. "Does she seem of any danger to us?"
The imp shivered, a gesture generally meaning 'I don't know.'
"Very well, you're dismissed," he said, watching as the imp skittered away across the path. Once the tiny messenger was gone, he walked towards the edge of the forest, to investigate this new arrival.
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Post by Windchaser on Aug 17, 2006 15:20:47 GMT -5
The girl looked around and looked very confused of where she was, her hair was let down today since she was tired of her usual braid.She stepped foward, stopping dead in her tracks for fear of being seen.....Too late, she was spotted by an imp and it scurried off, the girl sighed and looked around.
"That's also the last time I go somewhere without a map....The forest is so confusing you can never know where you're going or how far you've traveled..." She said quietly, starting to walk around the camp, interested in who these people were.
Everyone seemed busy getting ready for something, but what? Finally reliezing they were preparing for the war that was to soon come, she rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath,"They're going to need a lot more powerful men than the ones already that are here....Have they considered some elves, mages, or even a sorcorer or sorcoress?"
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Post by Christa (htmlkid) on Aug 17, 2006 15:28:00 GMT -5
"You're quite right," Torin said, having walked up behind the elf. His senses were sharp enough that he had heard her comment, even though she spoke quietly. He wore a dark expression on his face. Instictively, he didn't like elves, though he'd had to put up with several of them for the war cause. "Care to volunteer your services, or have the light recruited you as a spy already?"
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Post by Windchaser on Aug 17, 2006 15:30:36 GMT -5
The girl looked behind her and turned facing the man,"Sorry, I don't get involved with either side, bad habit of not be able to choose, so I'm on no one's side really." She looked at the man, examing him down then up again, looking at him directly in the eyes.
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Post by Christa (htmlkid) on Aug 17, 2006 15:32:11 GMT -5
Torin shrugged. "As long as you're not an enemy spy, you're welcome to wander around. Though, if I might ask, how did you get here?"
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Post by Windchaser on Aug 17, 2006 15:56:28 GMT -5
"I got here through the woods....I was walking through there and tripped over a a fallen tree branch,and lost balace.So I basically fell into your camp.....I'm presuming it's yours....I'm just wondering why people bothering going to war when there are some men with the same amount of strength...I mean mages, elves, and socorers are much stronger and they can kill someone in one blow of magic.
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Post by Christa (htmlkid) on Aug 17, 2006 16:35:50 GMT -5
"It is not my camp, it belongs to any on the Dark side," Torin replied smoothly. "As for that last comment, I very much agree with you. We have a fair amount of sorcerers and mages on our side, even a few elves, but since they are so valuable they do not make their talents widely known. Who knows, even the most grungy of soldier could be hiding a great power."
"I must ask that if you choose to stay here, stay out of the way of the war efforts. Interference is not dealt with lightly," he said as a warning, though his tone of voice indicated it was not a threat.
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Post by Windchaser on Aug 17, 2006 17:01:44 GMT -5
"I see." She answered quietly. "The only problem between both sides is they never once decide to get something of more power than their opponent like a giant, mintour, ogre, or even dragon, but that's just my opinion."
She nodded and said,"Don't worry I won't get in the way....But may I ask if you have any targets so I can pratice my skills?I have practiced in a week and I need to work on them a little." She looked at him with a serious expression etched in her skin, but it softened as she asked,"May I ask but of your name please?"
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Post by Christa (htmlkid) on Aug 17, 2006 17:06:20 GMT -5
"The only problem with powerful creatures is that they could backfire," he replied. "My name is Torin, may I ask yours? And the practice fields are over there," he gestured to the north-west of the camp.
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Post by Windchaser on Aug 17, 2006 17:13:18 GMT -5
"True,"She answered in agreement,"My name is Yuria....Yuria Que'RavLeis.Nice to meet you Torin, and thank you for letting me use your practice field." She bowed with her hands overlaping one another, they gently set on her lap, her hair falling over one of her shoulders.It went back to it's place on her back as she stood once more and she walked towards the practice field."Thank you for your hospitality, Torin, it's most apprieciated." She said, as she turned her head towards him before continuing to walk.
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Post by Funkers on Aug 17, 2006 17:22:40 GMT -5
Rose had heard a commotion outside, disturbing her sleeping. An annoyed grunt left her lips as she sat up, gripping her head with a pale hand. She had a dream. No, a nightmare. She was back at her house, witnessing everything that had happened. "d**n," she muttered.
Hearing the voices made her narrowed her eyes out of her resting area as she poked head out of the tent and glared at the two talking. She left her tent and straightened her dress out before looking back at the commotion. She sighed and walked over to them crossing her eyes.
"What the hell are you guys discussing that can't wait until I'm awake?" she hissed. Rose could probably hear the voices very well for she was a vampiress, her senses were that not of a human but much stronger and heightened, letting her sense the presense of anyone around or hear noises from a great distance.
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Post by Phantasy on Aug 18, 2006 10:11:46 GMT -5
A forked tongue slithered behind sharply filed teeth. To this creature it was a danger to bit his lip, in case he broke the surface of his pale skin. But Loril was unperturbed by this, and his tongue extended through his teeth, like a snake it curled up and flickered back into his mouth, as black as coal was his tongue.
His eyes glowered a dangerous crimson red, and he stared skyward for a while. Inky patterns swirled from the bottom of his cheeks to the base of his neck, and others over his hands, on his left arm, the coal black patterns intertwined, and slid down from his shoulder to the tip of his forefinger. Where a long metallic nail lay, almost as if a cover for his usual non-existent nails, there was a strange twisted piece of metal extending from the end. He plucked off the metallic device. The tools of the trade. Only a simple lock picking device, and by the looks of this camp, with the tents, there was more sneaking to be done than picking locks.
Garbed in all black it served his purpose, a black long sleeved jerkin, with a navy undershirt, and a pair of stained jet half-cropped pants. Short black hair swished in front of his face, ashen curls for tips tickled his chin and he gave an annoying snort and brushed then away irritably. Fumbling inside his pocket for something the boy let out a hoarse cough. /darn. Demons are supposed to be tough Loril. Don’t make yourself heard/ he cursed himself inwardly as the thought floated through his almost absent mind.
Though, standing in the middle of the group of soldiers tents was hardly very sneaky was it. Standing there in plain view. He looked around hurriedly, but all he could find was a group, already conversing. Cursing himself for ever believing he could do much in this war he slipped behind a tent, red eyes glimmering as he spied on their somewhat irrelevant conversation.
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Post by Christa (htmlkid) on Aug 18, 2006 10:40:59 GMT -5
Seera was walking through the camps, checking in on all the soldiers, making sure none of them were up to anything. Being Spymaster permitted her not only to spy on the enemy, but to spy on their own people as well. Who was to know which soldier might suddenly decide to betray them?
Her black cloak billowing in the slight breeze, Seera walked past a group of soldiers sitting 'round a campfire, and waved to them, recieving an enthusiastic reply. There weren't a lot of women in the camp now. At last she came to a more deserted looking area of tents. The soldiers here were either elsewhere, or asleep, save for a small group speaking to one side.
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