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Lady Blue03 · 07-15-2002, 02:42 AM

OOC>>Cerek, its Verloren, not Velrun

IC:
Verloren
Verloren glanced around at the group, there seemed to be a great deal of tension flowing between everybody. Rubbing a ruby set in Isak's hilt distractedly, she muttered a small spell under her breath, then let out a long, peircing whistle.

"I know not why my father has this vase," she said, not speaking to anyone in particular, "But when we return to the castle, I will gladly take it from him. Mayhap he will go mad and throw himself off a bridge without it!" she allowed herself an evil chuckle. Then stopped abruptly, glancing around, noticing the odd looks. She shrugged them off and waited.

Not a minute later, a loud clattering of hooves was heard coming towards the party . A large stallion of 17 hands, with a silver mane and ebony hide, loped up the hill and skidded to a halt in front of her, nickering happily. She smiled and hugged his massive neck.

"If we are to make camp here, then I will find a suitable place to wash myself before we leave, if you have need of me, simply whistle." She sighed and trotted down the hill in search of a river or lake, Thorlosh following.

OOC>>G'night everyone! Looking forward to ur posts

07-15-2002, 02:42 AM	#214
Lady Blue03 Xanathar Thieves Guild Join Date: January 18, 2002 Age: 39 Posts: 4,557	OOC>>Cerek, its Verloren, not Velrun IC: Verloren Verloren glanced around at the group, there seemed to be a great deal of tension flowing between everybody. Rubbing a ruby set in Isak's hilt distractedly, she muttered a small spell under her breath, then let out a long, peircing whistle. "I know not why my father has this vase," she said, not speaking to anyone in particular, "But when we return to the castle, I will gladly take it from him. Mayhap he will go mad and throw himself off a bridge without it!" she allowed herself an evil chuckle. Then stopped abruptly, glancing around, noticing the odd looks. She shrugged them off and waited. Not a minute later, a loud clattering of hooves was heard coming towards the party . A large stallion of 17 hands, with a silver mane and ebony hide, loped up the hill and skidded to a halt in front of her, nickering happily. She smiled and hugged his massive neck. "If we are to make camp here, then I will find a suitable place to wash myself before we leave, if you have need of me, simply whistle." She sighed and trotted down the hill in search of a river or lake, Thorlosh following. OOC>>G'night everyone! Looking forward to ur posts __________________ Yep I'm still lurking!