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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2015 20:15:32 GMT -5
Despite having made horrendous remarks against the child and his friend, Fabre gave a sigh of relief for the boy when the procedure was done and it was confirmed that he was still breathing. She wouldn’t admit it, but she was glad she didn’t have to witness a kid dying. Granted… She still really wanted the leg. That wasn’t important now. Fabre took her knife with a frown. All of those beautiful fluids had been wiped off. The human sighed and stood up, walking over to where he sketchbook was and wiping whatever was left of the knife into a new journal entry page. She stuck it in the usually unused sheath of her belt – better there than near her unmentionables at this point. Fabre stared at the blood and infection dry onto the page with a curious glint in her eyes. She was almost entirely absorbed in the decay of the brown paper when she heard the man ask for a name. Seconds after, Allyria gave her name Fabre added hers. She didn’t care if the man wanted it or not, “Fabre," She wasn’t all that interested in the scene now that she had “art” in front of her. Though, perhaps she was too focused on her book, as it had been the first time for her to slip up with her false name. She had never her real name to a male stranger before.
Fabre Hulin Str:10 Vit:10 Agi:12 Ch:11 St:10 T:10 D:10 En:10 P:10 K: 11 HP:200 Sm:21/25 Mp:200 Rolling to improve Art I - AYK1C8vC - Success
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2015 16:08:26 GMT -5
He couldn't deny the feeling, though he couldn't find its source, either. So he tried acting normally.
"He'll need the rest, it's been a long day." He breathed slowly, a half-sigh. Would he need to reveal? "I'm Henri Corday, heir to the duchy just beyond that ridge," he pointed South. "I'm not sure why you two are out here, but you are free to stay in my mansion for any length of time." He felt the wind bristling against his neck, and straightened up a bit from how he'd slumped over. He looked at them curiously. They had seemed to have a rough time of it, as well, though they were dressed quite differently. The Drokagr had the look of a scholar; the dark-skinned woman, a dancer or caravan trader. He squinted into the sun. "Why are you out here, anyway?"
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Apr 27, 2015 19:46:11 GMT -5
"Oh... we were on our way to Sorath. Your offer to stay at your home is kind. But we really need to get going. Opportunity awaits us!"
Allyria said this as she skirted away and started packing up her things. Of course, Fabre could do as she liked. But the half-breed hoped she'd come along with her. They were so close now. Sorath was only a few more days away, and she was beginning to like her journey. Aside from the severing of legs in emergency surgery. That was not something she wanted to repeat. Of course if she had to, she would.
But she wasn't going to seek out legs to cut off to save dying lads.
Not her thing.
So she packed up her camp.
"Have a safe trip. Your friend should be able to handle traveling if you let him lean on you or get a stick for him to lean on."
And with that, Allyria was ready to continue her journey.
Fin?
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