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Ralzari Malian · May 1, 2008, 10:50 PM

Brightening 2, Cycle1 of Imperos, Autumn, EraII of the Celestine Mandate, EraXIV Post Fractum

The staggering elf had led Ral into the Orckon Forest and none too soon, for Ral was growing more and more irritated by the drunken elf whom Ral had to pretty much carry half way here. Hearing the elf say the words,"Almost there," had to be some of the best words that Ral had heard all day. If Ral had to put up with the man much longer he would have to kill him before they even got to the grave that the elf spoke of. "Maybe dere some valuables buried wid da man," Ral thought to himself.

The closer the two got the more the elf had changed. He was no longer the staggering depression, now Ral could hear a cheerful tone in the mans voice and he noticed that the elf was just in a better mood in general. Ral tried to ignore everything that the elf spoke of, because he did'nt want to make friends with the man he was about to kill. Ral was beginning to wonder if this drunken idiot even actually knew where he was going, for they had been walking for quite some time. And then Ral finally heard the words he had been waiting for since they'd left Orckon, "Ahh haa, that's it!" the elf said as they approached a mound with a stick jetting out of it. Placed upon the stick were two leather necklaces with an emblom on them.

The elf scurried over to the mound and dropped to his knees. Then he reached out for one of the necklaces and he began to cry. Ral thought nothing of the elf's sorrows though, all he thought about was the mission. And this would be the perfect time to attack, because the man had his back turned to Ral and he was on his knees. Although he still stood no chance even if he was on his feet facing Ral. The vysstichi was simply too drunk to put up any kind of fight. As the elf continued to weep, Ral pulled his axe off his back. He used the blade to slash both of his hands and once he finished Ral placed the axe onto his back. With his hand dripping blood Ral put his hands on his cheeks and rubbed the blood onto his face. The mission was commencing, for Ral begun to feel that great burning hatred inside of him starting to brew.

May 1, 2008, 10:50 PM	#2 (permalink)
Ralzari Malian Notable Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Orckon Posts: 252	Brightening 2, Cycle1 of Imperos, Autumn, EraII of the Celestine Mandate, EraXIV Post Fractum The staggering elf had led Ral into the Orckon Forest and none too soon, for Ral was growing more and more irritated by the drunken elf whom Ral had to pretty much carry half way here. Hearing the elf say the words,"Almost there," had to be some of the best words that Ral had heard all day. If Ral had to put up with the man much longer he would have to kill him before they even got to the grave that the elf spoke of. "Maybe dere some valuables buried wid da man," Ral thought to himself. The closer the two got the more the elf had changed. He was no longer the staggering depression, now Ral could hear a cheerful tone in the mans voice and he noticed that the elf was just in a better mood in general. Ral tried to ignore everything that the elf spoke of, because he did'nt want to make friends with the man he was about to kill. Ral was beginning to wonder if this drunken idiot even actually knew where he was going, for they had been walking for quite some time. And then Ral finally heard the words he had been waiting for since they'd left Orckon, "Ahh haa, that's it!" the elf said as they approached a mound with a stick jetting out of it. Placed upon the stick were two leather necklaces with an emblom on them. The elf scurried over to the mound and dropped to his knees. Then he reached out for one of the necklaces and he began to cry. Ral thought nothing of the elf's sorrows though, all he thought about was the mission. And this would be the perfect time to attack, because the man had his back turned to Ral and he was on his knees. Although he still stood no chance even if he was on his feet facing Ral. The vysstichi was simply too drunk to put up any kind of fight. As the elf continued to weep, Ral pulled his axe off his back. He used the blade to slash both of his hands and once he finished Ral placed the axe onto his back. With his hand dripping blood Ral put his hands on his cheeks and rubbed the blood onto his face. The mission was commencing, for Ral begun to feel that great burning hatred inside of him starting to brew. __________________ Eat, Raid, Mate and Sleep that's pretty much my day.