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[img]graemlins/madhell.gif[/img] Don't you even THINK of taking my Deiter! [img]graemlins/1pissed.gif[/img] He's MINE and I'm not going to share! :mad: I'll fight you to the bitter end!

[img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] And yes, Larry has a rather interesting character. :D From the start I made it my goal to take advantage of the womanizer. ;) His little hobby was gonna land him with a doppleganger sooner or later.

...Mistral...

<font color=indianred>~Silas looks back at you, sincere concern on his face. His gaze averts momentarily to the ground as he stops his steady strides. His brow furrows and he bites his lower lip. He then rouses some courage and steps cautiously over to you. He hesitantly lays a hand on your shoulder, half expecting you to bat the well-meant gesture away and run off crying into the woods. His voice was soothing.~ "Hey..." ~He notices your trembling. And his voice turns even softer.~ "I'm sorry, this is my fault. I shouldn't have put my nose where it dosen't belong... I-I'll leave now... If you wish."</font>

OOC>>> I knew I'd get a violent reaction [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] You can have Deiter, Spree. I prefer older men [img]graemlins/biglaugh.gif[/img] :D

IC>>>
<font color=lime>Mistral, <font color=white>Once again in close proximity to Silas</font> [img]graemlins/blush.gif[/img]

In answer, she returns his gaze, her frailty shining through her usual poise. Vulnerable now, she hears the frantic pounding that threatens to burst her eardrums, her throat running dry and a deep crimson splashing against her pink cheeks.

"I... would prefer... you... to stay." ~ Soft is her breathless voice. Drawn by his magnetic eyes, unable to tear away from them, she submits herself to the magic of the moment.</font>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Killing Spree:
...Lerris...

<font color=silver> ~The dwarf batted your hand away.~ "Back magic boy!" ~They all raised their drinks to this apparent toast.~ "Cadell's a fine crafty lass and Daelinda'll kill anything she sees besides!" ~Another dwarf cheered.~ "Oy!" ~They all took another swig. The dwarf apparently called Cadell stepped aside and shrugged to you.~ "Your going to have to ask Daelinda, but I don't know friend. She generally likes to keep the kobolds to herself."</font>
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*waiting till the ruckuss dies down a little, Lerris motions to the female dwarf* ~uhhh, miss Daelinda, I heard you are the one I need to speak to. Your reputation has preceded you, may I ask where your band is headeed off to?~

~I am interested in joining you, You never know when you may need a good Wizard. What do you say?~ :D

(ooc: Hey Mistral, think I should change the title to "The Wanderers - Chapter Three - For The Love Of Silas"? :D )

...Mistral...

<font color=silver>~He swallows hard, offering only a reclusive smile. He bit his lower lip timidly, then exhaled deeply, submitting with a re-assuring and calm tone.~ "All right..." ~He inhales sharply as he notices the lost and hopeless look you are giving him. He feels extreme pain radiating from you and couldn't help but try to comfort. You find yourself enveloped in his arms. Your shuddering mass made him instinctively find need to protect you. He sighed, letting a hand stroke your hair.~ "Poor ttecka... Hush now..." ~He rocked slowly and steadily like a ship on the tide, singing a soft tune in that mesmorizing voice.~

"Stranger of mine, oh where do you roam? Far from the light, and far from home. Stranger of mine, where are you today? Where the smallest stars dance and the raindrops play...

Thought in my mind, where do you reside? Where the unicorns run and the moonbeams hide. Thought in my mind, oh where did you go? Where the griffins fly and the rivers flow...

Oh friend of mine, oh what do you see? Where the arrows sing and the dragons are free. Friend of mine, oh what will you do? When you see the road only leads to you...

My only confide, oh what do you hear? Your wildest dream or your darkest fear. My only confide, oh where will you run? In the cloak of the night or the love of the sun...

Dwell in my thoughts, oh what do you feel? The deepest joy or a blade of steel. Dwell in my thoughts, may I sincerely hope? A love of all time for the heart is rope...

Last on my mind, oh where do you roam? For all that is right and what is known. Last on my mind, where are you today? Where the trees all sing in their sorrow's way.

Love of my life, where do you reside? Where the vines take your heart and the voices sighed. Love of my life, oh where did you go? Where the tears divide and the lives all grow."</font>

OOC>>> Woohoo!!! :D <- Note the inane grin

Is he singing in elvish language or can my character understand it?

OOC>>> Ah well, it doesn't really matter... watch this [img]tongue.gif[/img]

IC>>><font color=lime>Mistral

So this is what it feels like, to be in someone's arms... ~ She sinks into the delicious warmth of his embrace, closing her eyes as if defying demureness ~ I... I... ~ No words now, just pure emotions. Crashing over her and sending her plummeting into the depths of tenderness.

Silently, she continues to rest her head against his chest. An awkward thump mars the beautiful silence as her quarterstaff falls onto the ground harmlessly. Yet she makes no attempt to withdraw. Instead, her arms raise to lock over his nape, as she savours the first moments of being cared for.</font>

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OOC>>>You was going to hook me up with a doppleganger! Spree! What happened to that us hicks hafta stick together story? You are a mean little girl!
Oh, and so what if your dad clubbed a opposum to death...my mom shot a rabid wild-cat with her pistol right between the little cursed thing's eyes at 30 feet. Top that one! [img]tongue.gif[/img]

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IC>>>
Murdock

"Scared? Me? I don't know what you're talking about! I have lived my life on the streets, and have seen it all...you...er...intrigue me...and I find you....er....curious and different from the rest of my...er...female aquaintances...
Besides...how do you know I don't bite back???"</font>

OOC>>>Mistral...are you gonna be around on Saturday?

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OOC>>> Well, I will not be accessing my ICQ on Saturday. I could be on Sunday, though.

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by AngelofDeath:


*waiting till the ruckuss dies down a little, Lerris motions to the female dwarf* ~uhhh, miss Daelinda, I heard you are the one I need to speak to. Your reputation has preceded you, may I ask where your band is headeed off to?~

~I am interested in joining you, You never know when you may need a good Wizard. What do you say?~ :D <hr></blockquote>

Phah, what use ave I of a wizardling, give a good enough reason to consider ye and I might think it over~ at that she stands up, and you notice that she is a rather large even for a dwarf. Her muscles are fine chisled each curve complimenting the other. "If stand's I will fight it, if it runs I will kill it, and if it's it a man" she looks at you " He has to prove himself worthy of my attention, do ye accept my challenge Mage" the room quiet's and all turn to you..

Tiama exitedly said"No really that much (allthough it is all my savings)" Garet stared his jaw droped "Here count!" She poured all 700 gold coins onto the table "Ya' know alot of people like my tips and I find spare money on the ground everywhere"