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 Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2007 4:29 pm
"Alrighty"
Forde laid out the food and tucked in readilly.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 1:06 pm
"...lizard..?" Red murmured, peeking at the cave. "Ummm..." He sat down cautiously and began to eat. It was good, but he was beginning to think twice about joining a lizard slaying group. He could get hurt... or slain. That would be pretty terrible. He shivvered and took a bite of some bread.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 2:48 pm
"So." Auron began saying to Red while snacking on a peice of bread "Why someone like out and about by yourself."
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 4:48 pm
"Perhaps a deserter, or a gypsy, or a healer." Inquired Forde, taking a chunk out of a biscot.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 3:09 pm
Auron laughed at is freinds remark "Or maybe he is a spy or a sentinel even."
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 6:47 pm
((His accent's too wierd... please tolerate my learning to write accents...))
"There's a question," said Red, swallowing his bread thoughtfully. "I s'pose I could be called a runaway, or a deserter, or a traveler, dependin' on your opinion. I left home to 'ide from some crazy rat, Loony or Cooney or summat, who was recruiting. I said to meself, 'Yeah, and that's how most foxes my age die. Why should I be another 'un?' So I left my not so safe little home back in the woods and started travlin'. Next thing I know, my 'ouse is burnt to the ground, and they're havin' a fight in there. Seeing as the rats and co lost, I think I'm pretty smart, stayin' outta it." He leaned back and finished his slice of bread.
"You guys spys, gysies or 'ealers?" He asked, his eyes flashing to their weapons. "Oh, well, then, I sp'ose not. Warriors, then? Mercenaries?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 9:22 pm
"I'm a warrior, born and bred. As for my companion, I'm not sure."
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 5:53 am
"As for me-" Auron began "I have no purpose I am simply to find my long lost sister and after that my soul shall aimlessly wander forever."
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 1:56 pm
Red gave Auron a long stare, and then took another slice of bread and continued eating. What a strange beast, he thought. Collects lizards, wandering soul, and feeling my presense... "Well! Interestin' warrior types like youselves should make great travlin' companions! 'Ells, we can even star in our own book!" he said happily.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 2:14 pm
Name: Samson "Smudge" Weiss
age: 15 1/2
Gender: male
Species: racoon
place of origin: Isene
Family: none
Occupation: mercenary
Description: short raccoon with a dark Brown coat and a black mask with tatoos all over his body wears a red open vest and white bandana on his head and a scarf oround his neck and a Glass eye
Weapon of choice: sword and staff
Personality: cocky kid who knows way too much for his age in outgoing and tries too hard too impress
history: Ran away from home to escape his duties as the next king has befriended Auron after he saved his village from a Viper.
Forgot to mension that you can play as more than one in here sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 2:24 pm
Aurons ears twitched and he looked about carefully trying not to alarm the others. He then swiftly moved back and grabbed his. With a racoon pinned against the tree with his arm and the fur on the racoons neck resting on his blade he said "What are you doing here."
"Now is that any way to treat an ol' freind of yours" the racoon smiled. Auron drove his sword into the wood and widened his eyes
"Samson?" he asked as he put the racoon down
"Don't call me that I go by Smudge now" he replied as he dragged his bandana over his glass eye.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 2:38 pm
((Hey Firinfal i joined your rp check it out))
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 3:32 pm
"Who's this beast who crashed our picnic, eh?" Said Forde jokingly.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 6:00 am
"His name is Samson-" Auron began.
"Its Smudge!" the racoon called out.
"Howbeit he comes from a far off island known as Isene wow its been at least five years since i have liberated that place, anyway he is a prince and im sure everyone is worried." Auron scolds Smudge.
"Hey I'm never going back 'sides I like travelin'" He then nudges Auron
"I guess you can come with us." He sighed "But stay out of trouble."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 12:51 pm
Red sighed. These people were wholesome hero types. He bet they didn't have any parents.
"Err, 'ello Smudge." He said, watching the ferret attack the racoon. "Come to join our 'eroic struggle of the day?"
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