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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Dec 24, 2003 3:10:01 GMT -5
Alerazandra sits down and smiles, "Pity, this dress was made just for the occasion. It didn't even get a chance to be on the dancefloor."
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Dec 21, 2003 22:28:00 GMT -5
She half bows to Fiona, "As good as a relative of Ignitus could be. The man will grow to be centuries old, and he'll always be crazy. I fight my inner-temptations to act as he does, but every once in a while, it comes out."
She turns to Pandora, "Forgive my rudeness. Good to see a good wizardess...wait, wizardress, wizaress....whatever. My mind can be as random as the flames."
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Dec 19, 2003 1:53:29 GMT -5
((whoops, my fault <hits her head>... ))
An abnormally beautiful woman in a tight dress which continued into a train that followed far behind her walked over next to the woman she recognized. She bowed to both women, "Lady Fiona. I see you were able to make it to the party."
Her dazzling red hair which was slowly got darker shades as it reached the roots was only topped by her bright red eyes. "I am Alerazandra Pyre, the Fire Nymph also known as Pyretic Blaze or the Exile of Fire." She tossed her hair and the orange-red tips met the red and looked as if her head was on fire.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Dec 8, 2003 22:54:24 GMT -5
((This is taking place in the world I am making. This is a 3rd edition based game, no munchkinism.))
The Sentors of Torvinos had called each and everyone of you to come before them. When none of you did not show ((For your own reasons that you'll make up)), they decided to take the aggresive tactics and had you escorted to them. You were given a jail cell in the Rupublic complex. The room isn't that bad for a jail cell: large, nice bed and, instead of bars, there is a two way mirror so that they can see you and you can not see them.
Each of you have your individual cells but you can hear the sounds of a woman crying
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Jan 28, 2004 1:13:44 GMT -5
Shelashana, the tiger, looks up and towards the young man, sensing him from far away, but the druid did not pay attention to her but to the conversation, "I knew a dwarf who had come from the lower realm who learned to function quite well in the sun, of course it took years of training and adjusting. He can now walk out during daylight,but he no longer has his ability to see in the deeepest of darks... "
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Dec 30, 2003 4:16:00 GMT -5
She nods, "No, I mean no offense by what I said. I just find it funny how some people are. It was not a direct attack against you, but against many people who feel that they own the land."
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Dec 23, 2003 3:30:22 GMT -5
She slightly smiles, "You people are very funny. Believing you own the land, even though the land sustains itself and it is us who needs it."
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Dec 19, 2003 0:16:35 GMT -5
The human woman pets the white tiger as it seemed to calm to really growl back towards the direwolf.
"Sir Taerdryn, it is a pleasure to finally meet one of the drow. I know much of the world under ours, but I never ventured due to certain problems.'
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Dec 9, 2003 0:51:34 GMT -5
A beautiful woman with red hair, green eyes and skin as fair as a regular elf appeared from her hiding spot. She was wearing simple leather armor but was accompanied by her tiger friend. She began to speak to the tiger, "It appears to be that I have found more travelers." She looked over at the Drow, "And one is foreign to the Upper Realm."
She walks towards them, Greetings travellers you have chosen a perfect day to have a morning meal in the open air."
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Feb 18, 2004 22:21:26 GMT -5
You left me hanging, wanting more! Please continue!!!
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Sept 26, 2003 18:42:08 GMT -5
Hiya!!! I'm here and I'm happy to have another home!!!
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Aug 31, 2004 0:16:25 GMT -5
Practically poppoing out of nowhere, Tulana inquires from right behind Rayn, "It looks like ya found yerselves a friend." Looking somewhat awake, she looked at the three with the look of a woman who wants to go back to bed.
"Rayn, you must be more careful with your aim with your little pebbles. You almost knocked me in the head!"
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Aug 24, 2004 20:44:53 GMT -5
Tulana chimed in, I'll be takin the last watch. There's nothing I can't stand more than being woken up in the middle of sleep then told to go back to be a little while later...
Quickly becoming bored, she then heads into the woods to look around and find any of the others wandering around also.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Aug 10, 2004 19:00:16 GMT -5
"Shes got a point to her madness she does." Tulana says as she bends down and grabs a random peice of wood, taking the opportunity to look at Malkin's hindquarters.
She then begins to murmer to herself as she tries to make a little song on the spot:
As the nine...er... As the ten head through th' wood deep They stay wary of what may sleep B'cause what they don't need come night Is a thing com'n lookin for a fight...
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Feb 19, 2004 21:12:04 GMT -5
Piper gets up and says to Tulana, "My interest has grown on this, I will join you."
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