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Post by whitemage706 on Apr 6, 2008 14:25:22 GMT -5
Scar smiled slightly and shrugged. "They were bothering me..." he mutterd in a casual tone. "What do you want?" he then asked sharply.
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Post by Illithyr on Apr 6, 2008 17:38:44 GMT -5
"Me?" Dorian asked, his eyes wide with innocence, "I just came over here to buy you a drink." I hear the Cyrodilic brandy has quite a kick to it." He hesitated, and seemed to think. "However, if you'd rather do something fun, I was wondering if you'd like to join me in my... tastes..." He grinned. "Care to kill some goblins?"
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Post by whitemage706 on Apr 7, 2008 6:04:58 GMT -5
Scar had a dark glint in his eye. "I have a better idea...Intrested?" He said that last word with great persuasion, and his face was beaming with darkness.
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Post by Illithyr on Apr 7, 2008 6:13:24 GMT -5
Dorian picked up a mug of ale and sipped delicately. "Keep talking," he said. "I'll be right here on the edge of my seat."
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Post by whitemage706 on Apr 7, 2008 7:43:23 GMT -5
Scar blinked. "Come with me, and ill show you something..." he said rather amused. He stood up then slowly walked outside the inn.
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Post by atamisc on Apr 7, 2008 9:33:46 GMT -5
Sitting on the rooftop of the mages guild he is polishing his blade with his sleeve just to make sure that his blade isnt scuffed. When Atamisc first got the sword he found out his family was that of an ancient order and the sword was passed through his family lines.
He sees people coming out of the inn those faces he thinks he saw before but doesnt realy know them. His past becoming fuzzy he sits there and starts to don his leather gauntlets which match the color of his clothes. He starts off by drinking his mead and sitting there waiting to see if people will notice him.
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Post by Illithyr on Apr 8, 2008 4:53:19 GMT -5
Dorian stood up and swaggered after the mysterious man, a smirk on his face. He flexed his fingers, ready to unleash the arcane forces that he held within him in case Scar, with all probability, made an attempt on his life.
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Post by whitemage706 on Apr 8, 2008 14:19:51 GMT -5
Scar led him to a mysterious cavern near the walls of the imperial city. As Scar enterd he turned around. "Now your probaly thinking I led you here to kill you, arnt you?"
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Post by Illithyr on Apr 9, 2008 1:00:54 GMT -5
Dorian grinned sardonically. "The thought had crossed my mind," he drawled. "But if you're going to tell me otherwise, I won't exactly be disapointed."
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Post by whitemage706 on Apr 14, 2008 3:03:16 GMT -5
"Ever thought about becoming a Blood Hound?" Not even waiting for a awnser he mutterd "Well todays your lucky day."
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Post by atamisc on Apr 22, 2008 9:37:12 GMT -5
~Meanwhile Back in town~
When the sun had set and the moon had taken its place in the sky Atamisc decides to jusmp down carefully from the top of the mages guild. Hopefully without it hurting to much.
As he heads out to the harbor he starts to think. Where did those guys go.......oh well i guess ill just have to wait untill i finish my work here.
"Just as the old man said.....bandits.....where could they have taken his goods guess its a good idea to ask around...."
After another hour of talking to random peopl he finds out that they have taken the goods to a fort not to far from the imperial city. But thats far away from here why would they take it to a fort and why over by the Imperial city.............Pirates
"Great i thought that these people were just normal bandits but i guess they fooled me..........well i guess im off to the hell hole that is called the Imperial city.........i hate it." he said with a sort of regret in his voice. As he is sent a few or more days behind his natural deadline he hops on his horse and sets off on his little adventure.
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