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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 19:56:38 GMT -5
((I've decided I want Kaiser to be happy 😂 He's gonna marry a dude and probably adopt out an orphanage and just be like. 'Is thAT ENOUGH HEIRS FOR YOU, ROEWEN?'
So if anyone wants to sign up an already existing character Or make a cute guy for him to date That would be wonderful yes please and Thankyou 😂😂))
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 19:59:27 GMT -5
(Varina and Vituna! Haha I love it!)
Varina glanced up as Vituna came over and she smiled lightly in return. "Varina." She replied simply as she looked ahead and jumped at the sound of Morcan's voice. Listening intently she hurried outside as they were told to do and she bit her lip lightly.
Seneca looked about the group and then his eyes fell to Hathor as he approached him and he nodded. Taking his hand in return he shook it strongly and felt the chill from the Frissian's skin. Smirking lightly he returned a nod as well, "Name's Seneca." He replied simply before turning back ahead to listen to Morcan. His eyes moved over each of the leaders. He nodded lightly then and began outside as they were told to do.
Aurinda smiled and glanced to Morcan as he ordered the newbies. She blinked at his brisk attitude but nodded quietly as her name was said. Her eyes flicked over each of the recruits to see their reactions and a light smirk flickered to her lips. But it disappeared as they headed out to begin their training.
In the Spirit Realm, Kafzel rested on the ground as he tipped his head back and let out a sigh. Something had been pulling him to the Mortal Realm for awhile now and he'd been avoiding it. Mortals were such a bore to him. His foggy eyes flicked open and he rose to his feet. "Fine." He muttered. "I'll go." He growled to himself and pulled himself to standing with his staff and scratched at his forehead, his hair tickling him a bit. Then he headed to the Morgan Realm, though appeared in a forest. "The hell?" He muttered bitterly. He'd meant to come further north, there were cabins there he'd sensed. Rolling his eyes he tried to reorient himself in the Mortal Realm and began through the forest, using his staff to guide him and keep him from hitting the numerous trees surrounding him. "For mother's sake. Of course I land in this f**king forest." He continued cursing and muttering to himself as he slowly worked his way through the forest.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 20:01:04 GMT -5
((I've decided I want Kaiser to be happy 😂 He's gonna marry a dude and probably adopt out an orphanage and just be like. 'Is thAT ENOUGH HEIRS FOR YOU, ROEWEN?' So if anyone wants to sign up an already existing character Or make a cute guy for him to date That would be wonderful yes please and Thankyou 😂😂)) (I mean Caelum wouldn't object! 😉)
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 20:06:44 GMT -5
((Oooooh I like 😄 We can start sliding those two together then~))
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 20:10:45 GMT -5
((Oooooh I like 😄 We can start sliding those two together then~)) (Hahaha perfect!!)
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 20:14:29 GMT -5
'Alright.' Morcan announced, as Thorn, his huge spines wyvern came walking over. 'Everyone on the wyvern.' Alarmed gazes turned to state but he ignored them, heading up front with Aurinda and Ulfric. He slid into his saddle, his two helpers behind them, and waited impatiently for the recruits to find seats between Thorn's spines. As they got ready to take off, Morcan stood in the saddle.
Lucifer frowned deeply from where he sat, wondering why- before realising exactly what would happen to a male still sitting when a Wyvern took off. Yelping with panic, he stood just in time as Thorn heaved himself into the air with a powerful jump. Loud yells of pain immediately were torn from various males sitting on the wyverns back, most of them crippling over and clutching at their valuables. He eased himself back into a seated position, laughing, and heard Morcan laughing up front as well.
It took them ten minutes to arrive- Morcan dropped the girls off at their two camps, and then finished by dropping off the boys. He gave them all the same speech. 'You have the next three hours to work together and raise the surrounding tents.' He ordered the warriors, gesturing towards the cloth, poles, and rope that were all piled up. 'By that time the storm will have rolled in on the horizon, and you'll all be either safe inside, or trapped outside. It's up to you. Now get to work. I'll see you all in the morning.' He grinned and slid onto Thorn's back, and the three trainers took off to go to a separate part of the island, where they would have their own safe house to stay in.
It took the Male Specialist group an hour to get set up, and then they mostly sat around bored and searching through their supplies. Lucifer decided he should at least get the lay of the land and got to his feet, disappearing inside of the forest, wondering if there would be any good hunting. Half an hour in, he frowned when he saw a figure with a staff making their way slowly through the trees. 'Hello?' He hesitantly called, feeling a tug at his chest and stomach, as if he were being drawn towards the man.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 20:26:43 GMT -5
Varina held close to the dragon's spines and then as they landed she got to helping create a tent for them all. Their group finishing rather quickly as well. Her eyes flicked around and she quietly settled down on the ground and yawned a bit before glancing around their area. She wondered how Seneca and his group were doing.
Seneca sighed, he'd never built himself a tent before so this would be new for him. He sighed and looked around and began helping the others build their camp.
Kafzel continued cursing as he moved his way through the forest. His robe getting caught on the brush now and then he had to crouch back down and tug at it. He wore a deep purple robe with black sleeves over a gray tunic shirt and black pants, his feet bare and tattoos showing as he continued. As he was cursing he heard a voice and looked towards it and "saw" a strange glow ahead of him. Arching a brow he stopped where he stood, "What?" He muttered simply, not quite in the mood for speaking but something about this Mortal was strange. As he leaned against his staff and waited patiently for an answer.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 20:32:10 GMT -5
Hathor moved over to Seneca. 'Like this.' He said simply. The man was struggling to get the group working together, as it seemed that there was a lot of 'alpha' type personalities here.
Lucifer hesitated at the males foul attitude, but wasn't about to back down. 'Are you alright?' He hesitantly asked, moving closer. He back itched slightly the closer he got to the strange man, and he frowned as he saw a weird, shimmery outline behind the males back, almost like wings. He wondered if his Ancient Blood made it possible for him to see things belonging in the spirit realm, however faint. 'Uhm, I'm Lucifer- I'm a son of Legion. Do you need help?'
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 20:39:04 GMT -5
Seneca glanced over and nodded as he let Hathor assist him and then glanced around, "Hold on." He told him simply. "You lot! Listen to Hathor hear so we can survive this storm! Aye?" He called as he looked to each of them and waited for them to listen before nodding to Hathor to continue.
As the man approached Kafzel arched his brow and nodded simply. "I'm fine." He told him simply. He could still see a glow in front of him in the shape of the man and a fuzz behind him further that accounted for his wings. "Lucifer?" He commented lightly before nodding and rising up to his full height. "Kafzel." He replied as he took a moment to take in the man's presence. "What are you doing out here? Where exactly is this place as well?" He added as he inquired to Lucifer and then continued walking, moving past him and continuing forward.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 20:43:45 GMT -5
A few displeased snorts came from a jock-like group on the side, who glared over and continued hitching their own tents, doing just fine without Hathor. The Frissan ignored them and began to calmly help the others pitch theirs. He set up the tent that he and Amos would be sharing, and then gazed around to ensure his work was done correctly and they wouldn't catch hypothermia.
Lucifer blinked as the male walked past, frowning as his eyes grew blurry and very confused at the fact they could see something, but also COULDNT see something. 'This is Elite island, of the coast of Varezi- I'm training to be an elite.' He hurried to catch up with the man. 'Uhm, there's a really bad storm coming, Kafzel- you should really come back to my camp with me. Me and Everan have a larger tent than most because we're special needs.' He awkwardly said, running a hand through his hair.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 21:07:47 GMT -5
Seneca rolled his eyes and sighed, once again he failed in the leadership area. He sighed and nodded to Hathor, watching him before setting up his own tent and continuing as Hathor had showed him. "We're not going to get anything done later if we don't work together." He muttered mostly to himself.
Kafzel blinked and then nodded to him. "Alright." He muttered as he took in what he said. "Elite island?" He scoffed lightly to him and sighed, of course he'd landed on an island of soldiers and warriors. Where else? Rolling his foggy eyes he turned back to face Lucifer, "Lead me then." He told him simply as he motioned a hand over his shoulder slightly impatient about it all.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 21:12:58 GMT -5
'Don't worry about them.' Hathor told Seneca, seating himself beside the Asiralathian. 'There's always a couple who think they're better than everyone else.' He ran a hand though his hair and began to examine the horizon, waiting to see the storm.
'Yes- to train Specialised recruits for the Varezian military. I'm the Crown Prince.' He politely explained, moving over to the weird blind man. 'Uhm... do you need to take my arm?' He hesitantly asked. 'The floor is very uneven.'
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 21:18:52 GMT -5
Seneca scoffed lightly and nodded, "They'll learn soon enough then I suppose." He muttered as he set himself down as well and looked out towards the horizon as well. "What made you come then?" He inquired looking to Hathor now with a lightly arched brow, his eyes flicking over to assess him a moment before back to his white eyes.
Kafzel listened and nodded lightly. "Crown Prince?" He inquired with a bit of a sneer in his voice. Then he scoffed and tossed him a bit of a glare. "I've made it this far in life without a guide, now haven't I?" He muttered in return. "Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I can't see." He commented as he stared at the glowing figure before him. Kafzel's sight was normally a cloud of dusty grays and blacks and swirls of blues when spirits went passed him. But this man before him was a glowing light, similar to what he saw when he'd met Ancients. Though they flowed brightly of yellow and golden light. This was softer, muted almost. Reminiscent of what his mother described his own light as. Something about this man was strange and he felt maybe he should stay around him for the time being.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 5, 2017 21:54:13 GMT -5
'Truthseers have no place.' He replied in a monotone. 'My reason for being here is to escape the fear my kingdom holds for me. My kind has no home- the Elites of Varezi welcome all.' He looked frustrated suddenly- it was only slight emotion, but definitely there. 'I must politely request you carefully think about the questions you ask of me, for I am fully compelled to answer with the truth.'
Lucifer grew hesitant at the sneer. 'Yeah, I'm the eldest.' He mumbled, following the man. 'My grandpa Khan says his brother used to say that.' He curiously said. 'Uncle nexus was born blind, but his ancient taught him to see through the spirit realm. Do you do the same?'
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 5, 2017 22:09:21 GMT -5
Seneca nodded lightly then in response to Hathor's request, "Ill be careful." He replied lightly. "I've never met a Truthseer before so I suppose this is new to me." Seneca added as he glanced back to the horizon where clouds were slowly beginning to creep their way towards them. "My father bid me and my sister to come and train. Learn to fight and protect ourselves and our kingdom. Varina isn't built for this but he insisted upon it." Seneca sighed a someworry flickered to his features as his eyes moved down towards the ground and he plucked at the grass a bit.
Kafzel continued next to Lucifer, holding his staff ahead of him a bit so it would hit trees before he did. He moved easily and without much trouble, save for the snags on his robe as they moved through the brush. Kaf nodded then to Lucifer's inquiry, his features unreadable though almost bored looking. "I see nothing but a sort of cloud. Then spirits flicker by in hues of blues. Ancients are bright golden lights, demons are deep crimson. Mortals only appear to me when they have a bit of ancient blood, then they glow a soft white." He left out the fact that Lucifer was glowing stronger than a normal Ancientblood might. His was stronger, hinted with blue about the edges if he really focused upon the light.
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 6, 2017 12:38:46 GMT -5
Amos returned from the woods, having left his tent in the capable hands of Hathor. Under his arm were several large logs for a fire, and he slowly came to a stop as he saw the approaching storm. "...." He blinked, fhsn frowned deeply, before placing the logs down, used his earth elemental powers to cover them, before heading over to Hathor. "Is it just me, or do you think that the tents won't stand up to a Varezian storm?" He said, his head tilted.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 6, 2017 12:49:25 GMT -5
Seneca nodded lightly then in response to Hathor's request, "Ill be careful." He replied lightly. "I've never met a Truthseer before so I suppose this is new to me." Seneca added as he glanced back to the horizon where clouds were slowly beginning to creep their way towards them. "My father bid me and my sister to come and train. Learn to fight and protect ourselves and our kingdom. Varina isn't built for this but he insisted upon it." Seneca sighed a someworry flickered to his features as his eyes moved down towards the ground and he plucked at the grass a bit. Amos returned from the woods, having left his tent in the capable hands of Hathor. Under his arm were several large logs for a fire, and he slowly came to a stop as he saw the approaching storm. "...." He blinked, fhsn frowned deeply, before placing the logs down, used his earth elemental powers to cover them, before heading over to Hathor. "Is it just me, or do you think that the tents won't stand up to a Varezian storm?" He said, his head tilted. Hathor glanced at Seneca. 'If Varina is not built for this, then she will be sent home at the end of the week.' He said. 'Prince Morcan will be debriefing us fully on the following month tomorrow morning.' He then glanced up as Amos emerged and walked over to them, before he cast his gaze to the horizon, and truth flowed from his lips; 'I do not believe the tents will survive a Varezian storm.' He said, voice monotoned and blunt. He got to his feet and looked at him. 'You are an Elemental. Gather other earth elementals and lift earthen walls to surround the tents- in boxes. Like so.' He created a box out of ice, showing him the small entrance that would make for entering the tent. 'The zip will keep the entrance closed, but the walls will defend the tent from being destroyed.' He finished, nodding slightly.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 6, 2017 12:52:33 GMT -5
Kafzel continued next to Lucifer, holding his staff ahead of him a bit so it would hit trees before he did. He moved easily and without much trouble, save for the snags on his robe as they moved through the brush. Kaf nodded then to Lucifer's inquiry, his features unreadable though almost bored looking. "I see nothing but a sort of cloud. Then spirits flicker by in hues of blues. Ancients are bright golden lights, demons are deep crimson. Mortals only appear to me when they have a bit of ancient blood, then they glow a soft white." He left out the fact that Lucifer was glowing stronger than a normal Ancientblood might. His was stronger, hinted with blue about the edges if he really focused upon the light. Lucifer listened intently. Although Kafzel could not see, Lucifers intrigue and interest in learning was clear to feel from his aura alone; he was a very intelligent mind that would only keep growing. 'You're not mortal.' He finally managed to observe. 'So... what are you? You aren't an ancient. Your aura doesn't feel the same. And you're not a demon- I know what demons feel like, I have one on me.' He continued, frowning deeply. 'Are you just a spirit, then...? Are you lost? Because if you are, I can guide you home. I'm quite good at it- I've returned around ten souls to the spirit realm in the past few months.' He said.
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 6, 2017 12:59:47 GMT -5
Amos nodded, before turning and began to go through the others in the group, showing them what Hathor had shown him, and then telling them to help the others, before he moved on to the next. He soon reached the jocks, and paused for a moment, before tapping the shoulder of the one he assumed was in charge of them. "Hey, any of you Earth Elementals?" He asked.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 6, 2017 17:28:13 GMT -5
Kafzel noted how quick he was and the interest basically oozing off of him and smirked lightly. Then he blinked, so this was the kid managing to shove all those spirits back to the Spirit Realm. Kafzel huffed lightly and shook his head, "Diviner actually, son of Lux." He explained simply to him. "I watch the Mortal Realm from the Spirit Realm and commune with the Ancients now and then too." He explained with a light toss of his hand over his shoulder. It wasn't quite a deal to him but it might seem rather interesting to others. He'd lived the life plenty years over so he was used to it.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 6, 2017 17:29:44 GMT -5
'Don't touch me, freak.' He spat, smacking Amos' hand away from him and moving away. 'I can see what you're all doing, I'm not blind or stupid.' He added on, before stamping his foot and pushing forward his arms to lift up a few slabs of earth like the rest had done, and cover their shared tent. 'Prissy little stuck up prince.' He sneered, before the three disappeared inside of the tent and zipped it shut, evidently wanting nothing to do with him.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 6, 2017 17:30:41 GMT -5
Seneca nodded in return to what Hathor said and sighed. Maybe it'd be best for her to be sent back, she wasn't a fighter. Though maybe she would become one, she never did give up easy, rather stubborn and hard-headed despite her looks and demeanor. Then he rose to his feet and moved out of the way to allow for the elemental to build the walls about their tent. It was a good idea, it would keep them safe from the winds and the cold for the most part. At the reaction of the others he blinked and then offered Amos an apologetic smile. "Don't listen to him. He's a jerk anyway." He commented light-heartedly.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 6, 2017 17:32:26 GMT -5
Kafzel noted how quick he was and the interest basically oozing off of him and smirked lightly. Then he blinked, so this was the kid managing to shove all those spirits back to the Spirit Realm. Kafzel huffed lightly and shook his head, "Diviner actually, son of Lux." He explained simply to him. "I watch the Mortal Realm from the Spirit Realm and commune with the Ancients now and then too." He explained with a light toss of his hand over his shoulder. It wasn't quite a deal to him but it might seem rather interesting to others. He'd lived the life plenty years over so he was used to it. 'What's a Diviner?' Lucifer questioned, tilting his head. 'I've never heard of one before. I haven't read about them either, so you mustnt be important in the runnings of the Mortal realm.' What Lucifer spoke was with innocent ignorance, speaking only what he knew and had taught himself from reading records. He then laughed lightly. 'We're like, polar opposites; Light and Dark.' He grinned at him widely, referring of course to heir parentage. 'Almost back at the camp now.' His nose twitched, and his brow furrowed with worry. A nervous ripple in his aura would reveal his concern. 'I can smell the storm rolling in, we should hurry.'
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 6, 2017 17:33:35 GMT -5
Seneca nodded in return to what Hathor said and sighed. Maybe it'd be best for her to be sent back, she wasn't a fighter. Though maybe she would become one, she never did give up easy, rather stubborn and hard-headed despite her looks and demeanor. Then he rose to his feet and moved out of the way to allow for the elemental to build the walls about their tent. It was a good idea, it would keep them safe from the winds and the cold for the most part. At the reaction of the others he blinked and then offered Amos an apologetic smile. "Don't listen to him. He's a jerk anyway." He commented light-heartedly. Once they were all finished, Hathor nodded politely at Seneca. 'See you when the storms blown over.' Was all he said, before moving over to Amos and grabbing him by the arm to drag him into their shared tent. He sat down with a sigh and rolled out his sleeping bag, sitting on top of the furred sack. ((Hathor is kinda emotionally detached but he'll get better as the training rolls on x'D))
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 6, 2017 17:36:32 GMT -5
As Lucifer commented the Diviner's were not important Kafzel stopped in his tracks and lifted his staff up a moment, about to smack him in the stomach for what he'd said. Then the worry hit him and he sighed and rolled his eyes before lowering his staff. "Alright let's get going then." He commented impatiently as he began at a quicker pace in the direction they'd been headed. "Light and dark? You're a son of Legion then?" He inquired over his shoulder as they continued forward. He knew he felt the Ancientblood in the boy, given he was a prince he should be one, but Kaf hadn't been around the Ancients enough to pick up on each of their auras and lineages. But, this boy was a direct son of Legion, that was interesting enough for Kafzel to actually be a bit more intrigued by Lucifer.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 6, 2017 17:41:24 GMT -5
'Yes. Me and my twin brother, Amos.' He replied. 'Amos seemed to get all of the strength. I got the powers. We both got the Demonae.' He glanced at the tattoo that slightly showed on his shoulder, then hurried to get ahead. Soon enough they'd arrived in camp, and he winced as he felt the harsh wind blow over them. He made it to his tent and guided Kafzel inside, before plonking himself down.
Everan said, 'you've been here an hour, and you're already finding hermits?' Lucifer snorted. 'He's a Diviner, from the spirit realm. Kafzel, this is Everan, son of Alchemia.' 'Nice to meet you, sir. I'd shake your hand, but I'm fletching.' He politely said, before continuing to work on making arrow heads from what he'd found laying around the camp. Lucifer shook his head and curiously looked back at the Diviner. 'So why did you come to the mortal realm?'
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 6, 2017 17:44:36 GMT -5
Seneca nodded in return to what Hathor said and sighed. Maybe it'd be best for her to be sent back, she wasn't a fighter. Though maybe she would become one, she never did give up easy, rather stubborn and hard-headed despite her looks and demeanor. Then he rose to his feet and moved out of the way to allow for the elemental to build the walls about their tent. It was a good idea, it would keep them safe from the winds and the cold for the most part. At the reaction of the others he blinked and then offered Amos an apologetic smile. "Don't listen to him. He's a jerk anyway." He commented light-heartedly. Once they were all finished, Hathor nodded politely at Seneca. 'See you when the storms blown over.' Was all he said, before moving over to Amos and grabbing him by the arm to drag him into their shared tent. He sat down with a sigh and rolled out his sleeping bag, sitting on top of the furred sack. ((Hathor is kinda emotionally detached but he'll get better as the training rolls on x'D)) Amos looked at him, his eyebrow raised. "Something wrong, Hathor?" He asked whilst grinning widely, his fangs glinting slightly.
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Post by Bloodrose on Feb 6, 2017 17:49:49 GMT -5
'No.' Hathor politely replied, rummaging through his bag of possessions to pull out a sketch pad. He leaned back against the tent wall, glad for the support of the earth behind it, and began to quietly sketch to pass the time. 'I do not think this storm will be pleasant.' He said, starting to frown. 'Aren't... they cold?' He added, looking up at Amos.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Feb 6, 2017 17:59:29 GMT -5
Kafzel set himself down on the ground and set his staff behind him and nodded in Everan's direction, a soft glow the signaled and Ancientblood. Alchemia? He'd met the gag once and had gotten a swift smack to the head with her staff. Then he turned his face back towards Lucifer and shrugged simply. "Honestly, I'm not certain." He told Lucifer simply as he listened to the sounds beyond them and in the tent. The rustle of the branches beyond them and the howl of the wind as it began to pick up, the voices of the others beyond this tent and wall, then the scraping of Everan on the arrowheads. It was much noisier down here that was for certain. After a momen Kafzel sighed and tipped his head back, "It just felt right. I have no idea why and I'm certain my mother won't tell me. So I suppose I'm here until I figure it out." He sighed a heavily annoyed and disgruntled sigh.
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Post by Nighteyes on Feb 6, 2017 18:03:25 GMT -5
'No.' Hathor politely replied, rummaging through his bag of possessions to pull out a sketch pad. He leaned back against the tent wall, glad for the support of the earth behind it, and began to quietly sketch to pass the time. 'I do not think this storm will be pleasant.' He said, starting to frown. 'Aren't... they cold?' He added, looking up at Amos. "Depends where you are when it happens." Amos said, nodding slightly. "If you're where we are now, then yeah, but if you've somewhere to go, then you can find a warm place."
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