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Post by osmosisd on Dec 18, 2006 1:53:05 GMT -8
Morgan lifted himself up slowly, and positioned himself on the branch comfortably. "Morgan Saridia..." and with that, he looked cross-eyed at the arrowheads. "... Bit unfriendly." he mumbled, and then spoke again, louder. "Calm down... I'm just a soldier, got flung through some portal. Not here to fight." Morgan's talking was short, in gasps, and he seemed to be breathing heavily. The ethereal thing had taken a big toll on him, it seemed, as he wasn't used to doing it.
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Post by Swan Hunter NPC on Dec 18, 2006 1:59:52 GMT -8
The one who asked his name laughed derisively and the other answered, neither of them lowering their weapons. "Be that as it may, it is certainly unwise to accost a pair of Swan Hunters in Raider territory in such a manner, soldier." He spat the last word as if it were foul tasting, and the laughing soldier finally calmed and said "Morgan, his heart," not loosing the arrow, but prepared to do so at the slightest hint of trickery. The trouble with most offworlders was that they were all so terribly foolish. Very few realized what a precious thing a name was, and how dangerous it could be to give away freely. If this guy so much as thought about raising a weapon against them, he'd be Raider bait before he could so much as draw his next breath, let alone the weapon. The speaker added, "If you are no enemy, then you will not mind accompanying us back to the Royal Nest, where you may present yourself to our royalty and seek a way to return to your own...wherever you are from." He could care less, honestly. Of all the clutches to be found by, Morgan had unfortunately been discovered by the most haughtly, least tolerant of offworlders, second only to the Ravens, who disliked EVERYONE.
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Post by osmosisd on Dec 18, 2006 2:04:40 GMT -8
To Morgan, a name was indeed a precious thing, but in a different way. He narrowed his eyes at their wings briefly, mumbling something to himself. "By the way you're wording it, doesn't seem like I have much choice, does it? Lead the way." Morgan gestured... Slowly, as if for them to take the lead. He didn't look much concerned, however, even with the arrow pointed right at him. In fact, he seemed right at home. Strange enough. Must've been the way the army he was in was like, or something along that line.
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Post by Swan Hunter NPC on Dec 18, 2006 2:30:12 GMT -8
The speaker put his arrow away, knowing his partner had this guy covered. They both noted he didn't display a single bit of fear, so he was either unaware of the danger he was in if he so much as thought about drawing a weapon, or he really didn't mean any harm. Either way, the one with the arrow spoken and trained kept a bead on him, and they flew rather gracefully (for having been camoflaged in a tree) towards the Swan territory, the speaker saying "Follow me," and the armed one behind him, in case he tried anything funny.
(Continued in the Swan Royal Nest)
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Post by osmosisd on Dec 18, 2006 2:32:55 GMT -8
Morgan frowned as they took flight, and he had little choice but to disappear from view if he was to follow them. Thus, his form suddenly lit up in a swirling mass of colors, and then disappeared.
(Continued in the Swan Royal Nest)
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Post by variance on May 14, 2008 2:05:19 GMT -8
A blue portal flashed into exsistance and a dark winged elf stepped through, and began to exend her wings before noticing that this wasn't a small island and began walking back through, but it shut on her before she could enter. Variance then mouthed an expletive before turning to take a look at her surroundings, possibly for someone or something she could ask for directions.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2008 10:20:17 GMT -8
As his trail ended, Ex landed onto the ground with a soft tumble, trying his best not to wake the raiders who were lurking. as he got to his feet, he looked about and took in the sight of the winged elf. Not sure why she was here, nor caring either, Ex ignored her and sat at the base of a tree. It seemed that he had timed himself well, as the weariness the Change brought him blurred his vision, and threads of Magc began to weave a crysalyss around him. starting from the feet. at the rate he was being encased, one would guess he could converse for a fem munites before he was completely covered.
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