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Ðraco
 
PostPosted: Thu, Mar 27 2014, 23:45 PM 

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*Night after night Draco could be spotted perusing the bookshelves at the academy, whatever he happens to be looking for he doesn't say. He would ask around as to where he might find Grandmaster Brandrik or Mistress Emilie.*

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~Draco Bloodcloak~ In the mind of a tielfing
~Xanhorn Dragonsbane~


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AzureLuna
 
PostPosted: Thu, Mar 27 2014, 23:54 PM 

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And he would indeed find an Emilie in the Academy's entrance hall, slumped over a series of large files. Her glowing eyes are apparent in the dim lighting as she looks up at the familiar clip-clop that is associated with the tiefling.

She raises her brows, but stands from her place at the table and speaks, "Is there something that you need?"

//[PM me!]

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Analog Kid
 
PostPosted: Fri, Mar 28 2014, 4:48 AM 

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Only a mild amusement finds Derrin when he intercepts the requests for 'Grandmaster Brandrik'. Word is passed around to any that Draco may subsequently speak to that he is looking for the wrong Grandmaster.

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Derrin: 'Nothing to see here'
Beck: Hard working dwarf paladin.
Naela 'Widow': Wandering priestess.
Celinor Triellian: Paladin of Corellon.


 
      
Ðraco
 
PostPosted: Wed, Apr 09 2014, 23:18 PM 

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*Draco enters to Shadowscape via portal from Tarkuul. Making his way to the academy's library to study in silence for a couple hours before leaving for the docks where he stops in the middle of the bridge. Silently he leaned over the rail staring down into the deep darkness below him. In a deep concentration, should someone say something to him he doesn't reply. His eyes eventually close, his pupils moving from side to side as though he were dreaming, in a deep sleep. After roughly five minutes of this he opens his eyes again, jolted from his trance. Then he walks back down the bridge towards the Shadowborne Store, entering the portal to Tarkuul once more. Each day he returns, and repeats the process.*

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~Draco Bloodcloak~ In the mind of a tielfing
~Xanhorn Dragonsbane~


 
      
Ðraco
 
PostPosted: Tue, Apr 29 2014, 6:24 AM 

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*As the days turn to weeks Draco continues his habit of studying in the library then returning to the bridge. He would almost appear exhausted as he walked to the bridge. As though he was dreading this moment, more a chore than anything else. As he walked if someone were close enough they might hear him mumbling to himself. His eyes fixated upon the ground, as if ever watchful of something sprouting from the ground. Once reaching the center of the bridge he repeated his practice of staring into the void, concentrating, closing his eyes and falling into a trance.

His hands grasping firmly at the railing as though he were falling, his pupils rapidly moving from side to side as though in a deep vivid dream. Eventually opening his eyes to shuffle back down the bridge steps to return to the material plane and gather his thoughts. Each time he returns to preform this ritual he seems to spend more and more time stuck in this trance as he concentrated on the void of the shadow plane.*

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~Xanhorn Dragonsbane~


 
      
Ðraco
 
PostPosted: Fri, May 09 2014, 2:43 AM 

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*As per usual, on his daily routine he returns to the academy. In the library he studies in silence. After leaving however he no longer returns to the bridge, instead he flies to the west and lands atop the western gate to the ports. Sitting there with his legs crossed he closes his eyes, meditating. He sits in this spot for roughly 10 minutes before he stands and continues on with his day. Each day he returns he sits for a little longer, 12 minutes, 14 minutes, 17 minutes, ever testing his limits, or simply becoming more accustomed to it.*

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~Xanhorn Dragonsbane~


 
      
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