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Mr. Hackums
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 Posted: Wed, Mar 28 2012, 4:59 AM |
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Joined: 22 May 2008
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*Within the Sky Forest would be an interesting find for an elven patrol from a nearby settlement. Toward the northeastern section of the Skyforest rests an unconscious figure garbed in a forest green cloak, and red and brown leather armor. Upon closer inspection, he would appear to be a male Human. To the side of the figure is a tossed shield and sword, cutting into the grass and bushes as if forcefully thrown from the man's position. There are no signs or tracks of assailants, and on the body there are no obvious wounds.
If approached, he would not startle if spoken to or nudged. He is breathing and alive, but dulled and unresponsive.
His arms and legs are sprawled out and spread upon the well-trodden grass. Both hands are clenched closed- his left holding a leather pouch. The figure's eyes, though closed, are reddened and his skin is oddly pale. His hair is grey with age, and from the distance of investigating such, he would smell of vomit.
Scattered around him are numerous personal belongings looking to have been quickly discarded in a haphazard manner.*
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TheGoddessOfAmazing©
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Posted: Wed, Mar 28 2012, 11:29 AM |
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Joined: 20 Jan 2007
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A lady walking the forests comes across the body and after containing her shock, and collecting his belongings, drags him into a portal.
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Mr. Hackums
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Posted: Wed, Mar 28 2012, 12:48 PM |
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Joined: 22 May 2008
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*With the woman's efforts, the man was whisked away from the forest unconscious, but very much alive. Onlookers of the site would see only trails of another, spots on the grass in which the body had laid, coupled then with an aged puddle of bodily fluids-- But no man.*
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LastDragonRider
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Posted: Wed, Mar 28 2012, 22:05 PM |
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Joined: 13 Feb 2011
Location: Somewhere... anywhere.. not here...maybe there... (GMT -8)
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She growls in frustration as she looks around, suspicious this is where he might have come, the cliffs close by, everything pointed to here, but her father was nowhere to be found. Llinyarrii spent the rest of the night in the chapel, praying, pleading that he'll be alright. Her brows furrowed in deep thought as she goes over the last time she saw him.
He was angry so very angry, she'd never seen him so out of control of his emotions, so much he wanted to be alone, had even ordered her to leave him be, he almost always spoke with her when troubled, and -never- had talked to her like that. She'd gone back to the Nomad and Cordor as he'd told her, but a few hours in front of the fire thinking had begun to fill her with a foreboding and it sent her asking others' thoughts on where he'd gone; determined to make sure he was alright, she left thinking "if he's ok I'll just quietly leave him be... but if not... " the feeling of dread increased as she looked and found nothing but the minor clues someone had been there.
_________________ Vaeros ~ Forged of Dragonfire
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Ilharess Tagnik'zur d'Vilrath ~ l'Har'oloth zhah dro 'sohna!
Sir Khayri Aphaeleon ~ Avenger of Hoar, Knight of Fort Cystana
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