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Liar.shangrilabay	Time (MATURE READ! open rp, read notes first)		Lead	[-]
Posts: 24 12/18/08 20:23:40	Tags : None It was snowing lightly at the entrance to the forest. The rogue fingered the baldric on top of his robe; most of his kunai were stored within and it brought him comfort to know his toys were with him. It was here he could perhaps fully pay his father back for all the mistreatment he had wrought, vengeance for his childhood. He had never thought about such a thing before, but his mind was for once clear in reasoning. Perhaps this was why he had been brought here; he had learned once that Kine was the place his parents had moved to but before now had never given it a second thought. But what if they weren't here? His mind was haunted with this question, one that bit at him again at again. It almost tickled. Failure meant nothing to him; his life had already been made devoid once and he had grown because of it. A walking dead maniac looking to kill his parents. A snowflake rested for a mere moment upon his nose and melted. Instantly he was driven into a frenzy, the memories of anger and grief flooding into him. He had never felt any of these emotions; they were not his own. Perhaps it was the spores that the girl had used on him that had caused him to come to this, or the discipline that had only scratched the surface of cleaning the gigantic mess in his mind. He didn't know, nor would his parents. The boy lurched forward and practically blinked from existence. The only proof of his movement lie in the tracks his feet left as he entered the forest, though soon they would be covered in new snow. It was a good day for Liar's parents to die. ((Notes: Right now I'm working on this storyline, so if you want to join please be a part of it. I may or may not allow Liar to find his parents, but they know he is coming for them because Liar had bragged of what he was going to do the night before in a tavern. If anyone wants to track him and follow him or be involved with his parents somehow, feel free to do so.)) Last Edited By: Liar 12/19/08 22:09:32. Edited 4 times.
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Liar.shangrilabay		#1	[url]	[-]
Posts: 24 12/19/08 20:57:59	A kunai in hand, Liar stared at the house before him. He would make it quick; his anger was still charging full throttle and his sadism felt it had already been sated when he ran. Taking very implicit steps towards the house, each foot crumpled lightly in the snow batting away the silence of the winds. The crunching stopped when the silent movement of a door signaled the boy's entrance. "Mother?" He whispered, a chill sound that visited every corner of the house. "I've come home." The boy crept through the house, each step echoing noiselessly off the walls until a cacophony of silence sent his hair upward in anticipation. He explored the simple house; it was a two-story cabin with four rooms. He was in the main room, where the kitchen and general living quarters were. There were no places here to hide. Spotting the ladder to the second story, Liar moved to it and climbed up, the wooden construct creaking quietly beneath his weight. A quick peek above brought him no surprise as he saw nobody in wait for him. Two rooms to the left and right greeted him, each covered with bearskin. The thief finished climbing, the release of his weight sending another light groan from the ladder. His feet moved quietly again, the soundless atmosphere permeating the house once more. The thief moved aside the left room's bearskin carefully. He was greeted to a simple room of a cot and a small dresser, nothing else visible within. Cursing the slow atmosphere Liar grew even angrier and impatiently dashed to the other room, ripping the bearskin from the ceiling. The room was completely empty; not a person was home. Liar howled into the night, a blood-thirsty scream that ached of vengeance. Someone had told them. That someone must pay.
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Liar.shangrilabay		#2	[url]	[-]
Posts: 24 12/19/08 21:58:35	Time passed further. Liar spent the night alone in the house, his cloak keeping him plenty warm against the cold. He was sure he slept in his father's cot, it reeked of his violent stench like he remembered from his childhood. He slept lightly that night, his mind concerned with the potential arrival of any person. Nobody came. The next day would bring him swift vengeance, at least in part. ____________________________________________________________________ "Hey! What's a hero gotta do for a beer? Beer me!" The man laughed, his friends joining in. He seemed a popular man, but that was only because his close ties to all as a social snitch gave him a lot of power over many people. Those at the table knew this, but all of them had their secrets to hide and had grown used to being his 'close friends', even though he had many of them by their metaphorical balls. As much as each man had grown to like him, some of them brewed their hatred secretly and wished him dead. Suddenly, the door of the tavern busted open, some hinges of the door busting open. The door slammed into the wall, the impact taking out the last hinge. Whoever had constructed it did a terrible job, thought the thief who walked through the door. His footsteps casually danced to the man who was the life of the table, nimble fingers gripping him by his coat. A waitress screamed, her eyes unfolding to this blur ending in the snitch suddenly being hauled away. Nobody reacted; the intense shock of Liar's speed had temporarily removed any mental capabilities the patrons possessed. Liar swiftly pulled the man out of the tavern; nobody had even noted that the snitch had been made unconscious. ____________________________________________________________________ "Talk, damn you!" Liar slapped the man, his anger giving way to sadism. The man's nose snapped sideways, a part of the bridge broken to his left. "Where the hell are they?!" The man simply looked at him in shock. Liar leaned forward and grasped the man's head with a tense grip and bit a piece of his ear off without pulling back to tear. It began to bleed a slow and gentle creek down past the man's shoulder. The man couldn't scream. He couldn't do anything but yell muffled obscenities at the boy, the leather straps in his mouth obstructing the vocalization of his hatred. Liar pulled back with the piece of the man's ear in his mouth and savored the flavor of his blood. He was able to have fun again, and this man had information he needed to know. Impulsively, the thief pulled the piece of flesh from his mouth and forced it suddenly into the nose of the mouth of the man it had come from. Liar was beyond angry with this man, and for it he would suffer. Liar grunted and moved away for a moment. He wondered if the man would finally talk now as before he had simply jeered and called the boy a nobody. Turning at the sound of a whimper, Liar noted how defeated the man looked now. 'What do you know,' the thief thought. 'He's easier to break than most.' Liar pulled at the leather straps about the man's mouth violently, hurting his head and retrieving the leather. "Damn you," the man cried. His tears leaked downward. "They went straight south. That's all I know." Not being a local, Liar furrowed his brow with anger. "Before I hit you again, tell me what you mean by south. What's there?" The man brought his head up, his eyes reddened with pain and swollen with fear. "The Forbidden Lands," he spoke. Liar knew what they were; he had heard a story from the same people who had told him his parents were here. Liar grinned now, and sent his fist hurtling into the man's face. It stung, but the crack against the tree was worth it. The man's head hung loosely, his neck weak from holding himself up. "P...plea...ease... let me g... go..." Liar's casually sardonic smile crept upon his face. The thief lifted the snitch's chin and stared at him straight to the soul. "No," the thief said. His other hand snatched a kunai from his baldric, and before the man could react to the movement he found he had a gaping hole in his Adam's apple. "Enjoy your death," the boy said casually as though he had done this a hundred times before. The man began to drown in his own blood, gurgling it up in an attempt to live. Whether he suffocated or bled to death, he would die. Liar licked the blood off of his kunai as he watched the man struggle for life. 'It's over for him,' the boy thought happily. Sheathing his dagger, Liar's intrinsic compass pointed him south and he went on his way to find his family. Last Edited By: Liar 12/19/08 22:04:41. Edited 3 times.
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Posts: 19 01/02/09 01:30:17	"Well sheriff, it happened pretty fast. This kid comes in, busts the door right off the hinges, and, he moved so fast. I didn't get a good look at him, he was so quick, and strong too, specially for being so young." Arik was on his haunches, looking at the door and its hinges as the old man spoke. Barrus wasn't a good man, plenty of people had motive to do hurt him. Everyone knew he was the town's snitch, and everyone knew that he hadn't told Arik a tenth of what he held over them. Blackmail for when he needed a favor. Motive was easy. But who had the means to hire an assassin this efficient? Kine had few in it who were rich, and his small town, outside the main walls, was no exception to that rule. There were some though. Did Barrus have information on the few elite in town? Arik hadn't heard it if he did. The tavern was on the far end of town, away from the more respected establishments. The woods behind it had more crimes committed in them than Arik cared to remember. From the looks of the tracks, he thought he might have another one on the books. Just a few feet in the woods proved his hunch was right. "Barrus you foolish old man." he said as he crouched down in front of the man. "Look where you've got yourself with all your tricks and spying. Wound up dead. I warned you this would happen you blackmailed the wrong person." The wound was gaping and his shirt was stained dark red. It was still warm. Arik reached into his pouch and pulled out a small stone and a mixture of dust and bones. He dipped the stone in Barrus's blood, then spread the dust in a half circle while uttering his incantation. "Dead men may not talk, but blood can never lie." He stood up and looked deeper into the woods. It was getting darker, and without the weight of Barrus, the tracks were harder to follow. He sighed before turning and walking back towards into town. In town, he quickly found his deputy, putting him in charge, and instructed him to have Barrus's body brought back in town for a proper funeral. He then stopped by his home to grab some extra components, before he headed back into the woods. These were his woods at night, and it wouldn't take him long to find the trail of this killer once again.
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Liar.shangrilabay		#4	[url]	[-]
Posts: 24 01/11/09 00:04:15	A series of scarred trees marked a path; the cuts were low to signify what one would think a child's game, though no child could have made it out here. Those who had dared to go this far proved so by carving their insignias into the trees to prove their bravery to others. Liar grinned, pulling a kunai from his baldric. With each of the marked trees he passed, he scraped out the insignia of a dagger, his idea for his sign. He was the first to mark a tree with multiple insignias; there must have been a rule against claiming a tree multiple times. Soon the thief had found the last marking. It was the face and mane of a lion; some kid had thought himself so great as to compare himself to a kind of king. The thief grinned maliciously and scratched the insignia from the tree, the carvings not at all capable of resembling a lion ever again. After this he hastily drew another dagger into this final tree, and even after he continued to draw the daggers into the trees. So wrapped up in this game was he that Liar did not notice the light fog settling in. Hours after beginning the lengthy process, Liar finally took note of his surroundings. It was grey and he had been stepping in some kind of marshland soup that made sucking noises every time he lifted his feet. He laughed because it was kind of fun. Bored now with the game, Liar wondered where to go. His parents were obviously not here, and he didn't know any way to go without potentially making a wrong turn. To his right, the west, he knew there was more civilization somewhere. To his left, the thief hadn't a damn clue. He knew there was a river to his left; it was fairly close, though he wasn't within hearing distance yet. He thought the best idea would be to head there first for some water, as he was beginning to run low in his wineskin at his side. So, east the thief went, his suction-cup feet stomping merrily towards survival. Last Edited By: Liar 06/22/09 15:33:54. Edited 1 time.
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Arik		#5	[url]	[-]
Posts: 10 01/13/09 12:11:17	The boy was sloppy. Not only were his footsteps easy to find, he was leaving new marks on the trees. He either didn't think that anyone would care to follow him, or he didn't care if anyone did. Both were foolish ideas. Arik had learned that lesson too well when he underestimated the only other witch he'd ever met in Kine. Careless as he was, the killer was not moving slow, and Arik knew he had to be careful to pace himself, both to be able to catch up and to not give away his position too soon when he did find the boy. He had traveled a good distance when he came to the marshland. It was farther than Arik normally ventured, though he had been here once before. He slowed his pace to listen. If anyplace would give away someone's position, this would. Arik looked around. It could give away his position just as easily. Most of his spells were defensive, now he wished he had taken the time to learn some of the more practical ones, like walking on water. It wasn't exactly a swamp, but the mud was definitely loose. He took his boots off and rolled up his pants a little ways, and began to walk slowly through the marsh. He was making noise, but not as much as the killer must have when he left this obvious trail. A little ways in the tracks looked fresher. He stopped to conjure a spell, an orb of light that he sent out, fifty feet in front of him. He made it dance a little as he kept walking, hoping it would look like its own entity, and hoping it would illuminate the killer when he found him and keep Arik in the shadows.
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zipTitanMember		#6	[url]	[-]
Posts: 54 01/18/09 20:55:31	Grinning, Daultnit watched the boy enter the 'forbidden' forest. For all the time he had been here--since he was exiled--he had made a game of scaring off those brave enough to enter. All it took was a root lifted, and the intruders fell into the mud, skirting up only to run away and tell of the horrors the forest contained. This boy wasn't like them. It was no show of bravery, just an insult to those who called themselves so. Rolling onto his back, he rested on the branch barely wide enough to hide his frame from those far below. He would have continued his nap before it got colder if it wasn't for the squirrels starting to chatter above them. Huffing, he checked below himself one more time, half expecting to see the boy leaving now. Instead there was a glowing creature bobbing in. Was it with the boy? To answer his question, he dropped a tree nut down, staying back and listening for the reaction.
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Liar.shangrilabay		#7	[url]	[-]
Posts: 24 04/07/09 22:55:37	Something was behind him. An illumination, something strange crept up. A light was nothing of his worry, but quickly after something hit the ground. The thief turned about quick to confront whatever was behind him, but all he saw was a glowing orb moving towards him. Some kind of ethereal spirit? A Will-o-the-Wisp? No. It would not be traveling so linearly, nor towards him in such a manner. His feet twitched, his body finding itself several trees away from the path of the orb. The boy watched as it bobbed on past, oblivious as of yet to anybody else here. Except the sound. It wasn't making any sound. Liar looked to where the sound had come from. There didn't seem to be anything there that was doing much of anything, but what he didn't see was above his line of vision in the tree near where the sound came from. Liar didn't like this, and scowled to himself. Something, or someone, was playing a trick on him. Maybe those boys who wrote the markings in the trees. Liar reached forward and grasped the tree he stood next to. It was large enough to accommodate many bodies, and as such he silently crawled up the tree, the darkness of the sky blackening out a lot of what was beginning to go on. He didn't want to be around what was coming, regardless of what it was. His eyes began to adjust to the darkness quickly. Such was a beautiful benefit of being a minion of the all-powerful Zeric.
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Posts: 10 04/17/09 02:21:37	Arik's orb illuminated a silhouette, only for a moment, before it ducked behind a tree. Or was it? A small breeze caused several trees to sway and more shadows to move in the path of the orb. He was still too far away to hear the soft thud of the tree nut hit the ground, instead he only heard the soft rustle of the leaves that could have just as likely been wind. He paused. He didn't like that he'd wandered into the forbidden forest before he realized it, too intent on his quarry to recognize his surroundings soon enough. If Arik had learned anything in his time as sheriff, it was that rumors were too often times true. He wrestled with the idea of turning, fleeing the forest before he went in too deep. A living sheriff was much more useful than a dead one, and both were far more useful than one captured, and stripped of its secrets. Perhaps any other day he would have turned and left. But tonight, now, he stooped down and quickly sketched a spell into the earth. It was a spell he had only successfully completed once before, and he didn't expect a repeat now, especially in such hurried conditions. He was surprised to see instead, out of the circle he'd drawn, step the copy, the illusion, of a man. Not of Arik, but of a larger, more beastly form. There was nothing about it that did not look human, no tentacles or claws. It had arms and legs and teeth as every man does, but, no one would ever see it and accuse it of humanity just the same. This illusion was far more powerful than his spell of light, and just the energy he used to create it, caused the orb to wink out. The beast rose and walked forward, crunching branches underneath. Arik was impressed with his own craftsmanship this time. It was far superior to the last he had cast. It was complete not only with sound, but with quite a strong, and not at all pleasant smell. And the physical illusion was so complete, that even as the thing walked on, the branches heard snapping below its feet still appeared that way as it left them in its trail. Surely if a man were struck by this, he would feel the pain as real and agonizing as if this mad creature truly existed on this plane. Arik stood back in the shadows, unmoving, and watched as his newest distraction trudged along the forest floor. Last Edited By: Arik 04/28/09 08:41:46. Edited 1 time.
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Posts: 54 04/18/09 03:18:52	It annoyed him more that the boy had heard the nut than that the spark didn't. Leaning over on the side away from the intruder, Daultnit looked below him. The few leaves in his way parted to give him a straight view of the orb. It didn't look like a breathing creature and would have lost his interest had it entered alone. The one thing he did lose while watching the orb was track of the boy. Once another creature had appeared, it no longer mattered. A lone child was no trouble to him, but this large humanoid could possibly take out even the strong-hearing predators deeper in the forest. Daultnit didn't care about the health of the animals who wanted to eat him, but that only made this new creature more of a threat to him. Toying with the danger, he slipped lower in the branches by crawling on on fours. A vine around his wrist began to grow a large thorn for him to use as a dagger if necessary, it's tip thickly covered in a some of the more moderate of the forest's poisons. His body was covered in these vines, breathing and heart now silent - camouflaging the amentan from both eyes and ears. Grinning he sent a bird whistle through his teeth at the beast, already giving his position away. There was nothing to worry about, he knew he could run faster in the branches than the oversize bipedal could the muddy ground. It may or may not have been with the boy as well, but that didn't mean Daultnit couldn't distract it.
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Liar.shangrilabay		#10	[url]	[-]
Posts: 24 04/23/09 11:33:30	The branches of a tree moved slightly. Was it the wind? Possibly. All the thief knew was that he was above the reach of any man now, and he stood there nearly breathless. Discretion, after all, was his forte. Then, something started stumbling through the woods, cracking branches. It came out of nowhere, and the vague shape Liar could make out was huge. Was it who was chasing him? He thought it may be; it came from the same direction as the orb. Suddenly, a whistle came from near the large thing. Liar's brain didn't connect the whistler with the noises from the tree earlier, but he tried with all his mind to figure out what the hell was going on. The only thing he understood was that the whistler was attacking whatever had come trudging after the thief. He really didn't know for sure what was happening, so he decided to just sit and watch as his vision grew ever more accustomed to the darkness. Last Edited By: Liar 04/23/09 11:35:40. Edited 1 time.
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Posts: 10 04/28/09 22:40:24	Arik looked up to the tree and the form lifted its head in tune. In the darkness, from Arik's eyes he saw only a vague shadow moving down the trunk of the tree. He looked back to his illusion, willing it to move now towards the tree, and the shadowed thing, but as it turned, the illusion started to sputter out. A small flicker at first, then at once, it fell apart, like mud to the ground, only making no sound to be heard. Damn. Arik knew it was too good for his skill, put too much into the realism and it couldn't be sustained. Still, it had caused some movement in the trees, something was approaching the ground, hopefully the man he was following would not have seen Arik. Arik crouched down now, content to wait until the situation was to his advantage before approaching.
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Posts: 54 05/11/09 15:35:18	Clutching his dagger he grinned as the creature turned to him, planning to hold his place to the last possible moment. He blinked his eyes a few times when he thought he saw the creature disappear for a moment, but when it melted to the ground he knew he wasn't seeing things. Feeling through the tree he was on into its roots he was baffled--if it hadn't moved into the ground where had it gone? How could it go so silently without an impression on the mud? As tempted as he was to ground himself and examine the mud for where the creature had disappeared to the child was for sure still around. Breaking his connection with the tree would daze him for a moment, but even light headed he could feel his way to climb up some away from the strange happenings below.
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Liar.shangrilabay		#13	[url]	[-]
Posts: 24 06/22/09 15:24:26	The cold began to catch much like a cloth upon a branch; Liar pulled his clothes tighter and lifted his hood as the snow began to thicken and pull itself about him. Thirsty, Liar then lifted the wineskin from his side and uncorked it, drinking what water remained. He needed to find a stream very soon. Replacing the wineskin to his side the thief stared in awe as the illusion of the monster suddenly disappeared. It was odd; his eyes had finally grown accustomed to the dark and yet he could not see anything where the whistle had come from. Nothing. He supposed that perhaps the whistle itself was part of the illusion, but he didn't trust this judgment and proceeded to wait out whatever had found him in the woods.
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Posts: 10 06/23/09 00:37:54	Arik waited. Then he waited some more. It appeared that whatever was hiding in the trees along with his quarry were also content to wait. Whether they knew he was following or were just waiting on each other he didn't know, but neither seemed to want to explore the beast further. Well, he was tired of waiting now, and if whoever they were were scared enough not to attack his illusion, maybe they would be too scared to fight a warlock as well, especially with his charm pinned to his chest. He put on his boots and walked out into the path, if he could call it a path, and followed the steps his illusion had taken. When he reached the spot it had melted, he looked around a moment, making sure he was at least out of reach of anything that could be hiding in the trees now too dark to see. Then he knelt down, feigning interest in the ground where the creature melted. "No where did you run off to?" he said to himself, all the while keeping his awareness on what was around him. If the one he was tracking was still around, the charm would be affecting him now. At the same time as he crouched on the ground, pretending to investigate, he drew another symbol in the mud around him, a ward that, should it be breached, would render whoever entered it paralyzed for a few minutes. Last Edited By: Arik 06/23/09 00:54:17. Edited 3 times.
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Posts: 54 06/26/09 11:13:47	Up in the branches the cold from above brought a familiar sent. They were deep in the forest, much further and they'd see more than trees. Climbing above the area the creature melted, Daultnit looked at the man now there. He figured the man was asking the mud the same questions he would have, or at least, the man was trying to. Things were getting too calm. Acting on impulse, he clutched the branch a level below him, and swung down so that his body dangled a story above the ground. He was close enough to the man to grin down at him, but not drop on him. At least not if he didn't move forward a few feet. It was fine if one man saw him; all the other stories would drown out this sighting on him. "The last couple to travel this deep stayed together at least," he paused, releasing his grip to land before continuing his conversation. Instead of catching him, his feet gave out as they made contact with the mud. His body followed, all active movement impaired. One might think him dead if it wasn't for his discontent eyes staring at the man. Worst of all, the position was uncomfortable. His vines still moved on their own, growing thorns to defend their territory if needed. He had wasted most of their poisons on the dagger he could no longer keep hold of. Last Edited By: zipTitanMember 06/26/09 11:15:58. Edited 1 time.
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Liar.shangrilabay		#16	[url]	[-]
Posts: 24 06/29/09 00:22:49	Ha! He fell! Liar had been carefully watching as the sheriff seemed to be examining the ground. The thief watched as the being collapsed to the ground. Too bad his ears weren't sharp enough to catch the words of the Amentan. However, an opportunity such as this was exactly what Liar had been looking for. Like his training under Zeric the thief moved the precise moment sound began to move away. The tree's movement was limited to that of the branch the thief leaped off of, something easily mistaken for the wind under the currently snowing circumstances and the distraction before the sheriff. As his feet fell beneath him at the speed of a light jog Liar grinned to himself, heading eastward to grab some water from the creek. He wondered if maybe he'd have to come back west to face the two behind him. Each step he took was no longer a muddy "thuck" but rather the soft squish of fresh snow compacted into the slightly harder ground. If someone had followed him, Liar probably wouldn't have noticed. He felt too good about himself to think about that right now.
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Arik		#17	[url]	[-]
Posts: 10 07/01/09 11:36:23	Arik worked quickly, kicking the dagger away from the boy's hand as he lost his grip. A strange collection of vines and thorns were attached to him, and were reacting, moving, unaffected by the spell. Arik pulled out the stone with Barrus's blood on it and said an incantation. He looked from the stone to the boy. "You're not him. ... You said the last couple. At least I know I'm on the right track." He looked around again. The darkness was still overwhelming. He was doing too much magic at once, but he didn't have much choice. He cast his orb of light spell again, illuminating the area, and glanced around for any other tracks. He looked back down to the boy, who would be paralyzed for a few more minutes. "Don't follow me." He then stood, grabbing the dagger by its handle, unaware of the poison on it, before walking off in the direction of the fresh prints in the snow.
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zipTitanMember		#18	[url]	[-]
Posts: 54 07/09/09 23:00:33	"Aaurrra!" was the only sound he could get from his throat, his mouth unable to move to make the words as his hand was kicked. Whatever he attempted to say, he obviously felt like he was being treated rudely for no reason. As helpless as he was, he didn't feel in danger. If anything he was insulted that this man would steal something he had put energy into to make. Slowly his face came into his control, allowing him to at least glare disgustedly at this man as he started to walk off. As the distance between them grew, he was able to push himself up again, rubbing the iced mud off of his skin. His leaves shook without aid of his body; like the fur of a wet dog drying off. Daultnit grinned, thinking, "Yeah, leave." before moving back into the trees. He would have followed more, but this late at night, it was careless to draw attention much longer; the other half of the forest was waking up.
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Liar.shangrilabay		#19	[url]	[-]
Posts: 24 07/10/09 17:07:08	A gurgling of the river was a nice noise to hear after the dull sound of nothing everywhere. After inspecting the river and giving it a taste test, the thief decided that it was safe to drink. After having several drinks from the stream, the thief pulled his wineskin out and filled it up. Corking it and replacing it at his side yet again, Liar stood up and placed fists upon his waist as though in victory. By now, the snow had stopped falling, and luckily no breeze was pushing its way against his cheeks. Fortunately, it had only taken a half of the hour to get around the mountain to the river. Satisfied with the time it took, he decided he would try investigating the rest of the forest around the mountains to the south. Considering this was a place where people such as his parents would likely die, they would only be around the borders of the Forbidden Lands. Liar's blood began to boil, and his eyes began to pull back slightly. A curl formed about his lips. Something told the thief that he would find them tonight, and he was far from being tired yet. With murder on the mind, Liar turned about face and began to march the same way he had just came, a lunging pace filled with hunger.
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Posts: 10 07/14/09 23:25:59	With the fresh snow the tracking was easy for Arik, at least for a few minutes into the search, but the constant falling snow had built up on the branches above and some creature had shaken snow down, obscuring his quarry's tracks momentarily. As he slowed he checked behind him to make sure that whoever had attacked him had not followed, but then he found the tracks again and quickened his pace to catch up with the thief. It didn't take long to find who he was looking for. Sending his light dead ahead of him along the tracks he saw in the distance the shape of a man, no, a boy walking, almost jogging, straight at him. Arik stooped and quickly put the same circle of protection around him in the ground. If what had happened to Barrus was any indication, if this was indeed his killer, he was no one to take chances with. He stood his ground, drawing the light closer to him, and waited to speak until the boy got closer.
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