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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 7:15:20 GMT
Paralogue Start! help those lesser than ourselves Great! Go in groups of four; you'll cover more ground that way.
Posting Order
v2
STAFF
Fife
Kakeiru
STAFF
Alissa
Sylvania
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 7:18:06 GMT
The caravans' movement was slow at best, trundling through the well-worn paths. The merchants and their horses were evidently unnerved despite the added safety provided by a group of four adventurers. Adding to their anxiety were clouds drifting almost tauntingly across the horizon; a storm was coming, and the horses knew it. Steadily, they plodded on. > Protect the merchant caravans.
> Don't let the bandits get to them. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 7:16:30 GMT
Ryoke Fife  @kakeiru | Apologies for being late | 312/312
Ryoke bustled along the perimeter. The trudging caravan was slow enough for the weary old manakete to follow after with little else to do. It made sense for him after all. He had many long and sleepless weeks and nights of little else to do, so this small campout made sense to him at the least. So, with all said and done, he walked along the caravan itself instead of the horses. He knew he spooked them with the way he smelled compared to other humans, it was just a matter of time before he was going to wind up scarring them to death so the matter was to remain out of the horses’ sights and keep the caravan in guard. It helped that the wind was blowing at the caravan from the front at the least, so it aided in the way he could actually utilize any of his capabilities here.
Being a very old dragon-kin meant being capable in a fight, he took the opportunity to follow the caravan and provide any protection he can to them while he moved with them all the same. Bandit reports were high, some were hired swords but others could easily be trained murderers. That did not sit well with Ryoke, the butler clad manakete whom merely looked too ill fit for any fight. No one knew he was a manakete, he kept hid dragon stone hidden inside his very hand, embedded like a jewel where he had it gloved and out of site. Such decencies were needed to keep himself from being discovered by any dragon slayers or the like. Or worse, the kin from the tribe he is from, a tribe he has not seen for centuries yet he only hoped he would not cause them any regrets for the sparing of his life and the sanctity of all that is right.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2014 15:32:11 GMT
::Kakeiru Leonhardt::
Class: Myrmidon
Quote: "I'm the White Void."
Weapon Skill: D
Taking a breath, and considering what he had been called for. Kakeiru realized that he had forgotten the timing for the caravan’s, and so he rushed to get to the meeting location. He didn’t know at the point of time of his departure who he was paired up with, and so taking a breath and shifting forward now into the point of order. So it’d take him about ten minutes to get where he needed to the go. The sad thing was that he wasn’t sure on what he was planning on doing. The day seemed pretty clear, but it wasn’t nothing new, he remembered that girl he met he wondered how she was doing now that he thought about it he didn’t get to ask her the deeper questions he wanted, but that was the thing was that there was going to be a next time right?
Anyway, he was fine with the ending he was given, and he was arriving to where he’d meet Fife or Fyfe Or Fiffe, he didn’t know how he was to spell that guy’s name. Anyway once he arrived seeing the man who looked like death had won over him he’d speak softly and quickly. ”I apologize for my lateness, I hear we’re protecting these caravans, so what position would you like to take. I’m Kakeiru Leonhardt, just call me Kake for short if it’s difficult to say my full name. So… how dangerous is this mission anyway?” He’d inquire softly as his eyes showed resilience and balance of mind. He had a feeling that he was going to be fighting and he prepared his mind for that. He didn’t want to have a bad conscious if he had to take out the person by a violent manner, but if it happens it happens.
Quickly adjusting his weapon then he’d wait for the mission to start ready by jumping on the top of the caravan’s covered roof. His weapon rested upon his right hip waiting for Fife to either follow suit or to do his own thing, his dirty blonde hair slightly covered his eyes.
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