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dplax · 04-28-2009, 04:25 PM

Nivram

Nivram was happy. He had abandoned his horse which had wandered a couple dozen feet away, disgustedly grazing on trambled clumps of grass. But Nivram was happy. He had already downed more than half of the bottle given to him mere minutes ago, and his mood was getting merrier as the seconds ticked by. His thoughts though...

He could not shake a persistant thought. Yet he could not really nail it down either. It was more a bad feeling, as if something was wrong with him, with the others, with the world, with teddy bears, with rice wine...No, nothing was wrong with rice wine. He punctuated the thought with a long swallow and tried finding exactly what he thought was wrong.

The inn...or whatever burning was not wrong, it was the normal course of things lately and did not surprise Nivram much. Wherever he seemed to go things caught fire; nearly always independently of him. His companions were a right sort of bunch, a couple of them might have cut his throat if there was reward to it, a couple might have tried saving his life, but all in all they were a nice collection of charming rogues.

But yet...

Something was wrong.

04-28-2009, 04:25 PM	#174
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 39 Posts: 5,577	Re: Antagonist’s Anarchy: Derived from Dianthus Nivram Nivram was happy. He had abandoned his horse which had wandered a couple dozen feet away, disgustedly grazing on trambled clumps of grass. But Nivram was happy. He had already downed more than half of the bottle given to him mere minutes ago, and his mood was getting merrier as the seconds ticked by. His thoughts though... He could not shake a persistant thought. Yet he could not really nail it down either. It was more a bad feeling, as if something was wrong with him, with the others, with the world, with teddy bears, with rice wine...No, nothing was wrong with rice wine. He punctuated the thought with a long swallow and tried finding exactly what he thought was wrong. The inn...or whatever burning was not wrong, it was the normal course of things lately and did not surprise Nivram much. Wherever he seemed to go things caught fire; nearly always independently of him. His companions were a right sort of bunch, a couple of them might have cut his throat if there was reward to it, a couple might have tried saving his life, but all in all they were a nice collection of charming rogues. But yet... Something was wrong.