Lainelru Mistwielder
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Beware the quiet child, for she is the deadliest of her sisters.
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Post by Lainelru Mistwielder on Dec 29, 2004 16:35:20 GMT -5
The druid shivered as she walked through the frozen icelands of halas, her cloak pulled tightly about her. She had helped a friend get an item he needed for one of the many quests he took on in his life, but somehow, they had gotten sepparated. She had found her way back to Halas, but she did not know if her friend had made it.
Slowly the city appeared on the horizon. She brightened slightly, welcoming the thought of a warm fire. The small smile that had begun to appear on her face vanished, though, as the sound of a child crying met her Elvin ears. She frowned, walking toward the sound of the noise. Who would leave a child out in this place? She wondered.
She grew heavy hearted when she saw why the child was crying. The babe was an infant and could not have been more than six month old. Wrapped in many skin-blankets, the infant lay dangerously close to the edge of the water near the shore. The druid walked over and carefully picked the child up, turning to reguard her reason for crying.
On the snow covered banks, not far away, lay a barbarian woman. The woman and the ground around her was covered in blood. A closer inspection revealed a wound on her side that she most likely bled to death from. Ahanae looked down at the now quiet child in her arms. What was she to do? Could she just leave the child there? No, that was not possible.
Quickly she embued herself with the spirit of her wolven brothers and rushed to the city of Halas. For hours she searched for someone to take the child, but no one seemed to want her. No one seemed to even listen to her. She was about to give up when she heard a familiar voice call out to her.
"Well bless me stars! Ahanae, what ye be doin' 'ere?" The gruff voice of her old friend Dagget Ironhammer rang out.
She turned and smiled weakly. She hated snow, and he knew it. "I was helping a friend, but we became sepparated. I've found this child, Dagget. I cannot seem to find anyone here willing to take her into their care." She explained what she had seen once they were close enough no one else could hear. The old dwarf frowned slightly by the end of her tale.
"Well, now. Looks like ye got yerself a problem. Bring her to me 'ome in Moradhim. There's a burly ol' shaman there what keeps hangin' round the area. Says he ain't got nothin' tae to."
Ahanae looked down at the child in her arms and pulled her closer to her. She had not realized before then how quickly the child had grown on her. Dagget saw the look on the elf woman's face and laughed. " 'Ere now, elf. If ye're that concerned 'bout the child, ye can stay wi' us at me 'ome. She'll be needin' a mother figure 'round tae teach her ow tae grow up lady-like. Jest don't ye be goin and teachin our youngin all those high an' mighty words tae confuse meh."
Ahanae laughed slightly and nodded her head in agreement, taking a coach to Moradhim with her old friend. Once they reached the dwarfen city, Dagget convinced the shaman named Falgor to help train the child once she was old enough. The burly man readily agreed, having been an orphan himself. So, the three of them joined forces to raise an orphaned child. It was a sight to see, the strange trio of 'parents'. In time, though, many of the city became used to it.
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Lainelru Mistwielder
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Beware the quiet child, for she is the deadliest of her sisters.
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Post by Lainelru Mistwielder on Dec 29, 2004 17:32:50 GMT -5
Ahamae sat atop one of the beams in the quarry, watching as the men worked the mines. She played her flute for them almost daily, and the lively tunes she had for them helped the time pass despite their love of mining. She smiled as she watched her adopted people.
Her mother had held no secrets from her. She knew she had been adopted as a child and that her real mother had died. Still, she could not have asked for a better life. Her mother had taught her the things a woman needed to know and she was fastly growing to be as good a cook as she was, learning the 'tricks' of making a well put-together stew to satisfy the stomachs of large men. Her uncle often took her to Halas, where she had been born, to train as a Shaman for the Tribunal. She hated the snow, so they never stayed long enough.
Her adopted father was the one who had taught her how to play the dwarven songs. Her mother often jokingly complained about her being too much like the dwarf. Living in a dwarven strong hold had given her the same accent most dwarves held, and her firey red hair and short temper only matched it. She had gained a few friends over the years, mostly those who constantly passed through on their way to some other place, though one in particular often stayed a while to visit.
Her thoughts strayed to the druid named Feldon. She'd not seen him in months and was growing worried about him. She jumped when the bellowing horn of the the Hammerfist sounded, her song ending as she quickly ran to meet her father and her uncle at the coachman's hut. A crowd gathered there, whispering and frowning. An elf stood with a piece of parchment, looking around the crowd. Finally, he called out so that they could hear.
"Is Ahamae here? I have a message to deliver to her." He called. She felt her heart stop as the way was cleared for her. Dagget and Falgor watched her carefully as she took hesitant steps forward. The elf bowed once she was close enough, looking at her sympathetically. The crowd fell silent as they all waited to hear what the messanger had to say to her.
"You are Ahamae Leafsteel?" He asked. She could only nod. "I regret to inform you that I carry a certificate of death in my hands. Ahanae, your mother, found Feldon, your friend. He was held captive in a gnoll fort in Darvor Mannor. Your mother tried to save him, but during their escape the gnoll soldiers managed to catch up to them. I was there when they were killed. I am sorry for your loss."
The elf tried to hand her the paper, but all she could do was stare at him, her eyes wide in horror. Falgor walked up with a heavy heart and took the certificate. The crowd left the coachman to prepare a pire for her mother's funeral, but all she could do was stand there. So lost was she in her thoughts that she ignored everyone who passed by her.
Gnolls. They had killed her mother. They had killed her best friend. What was she to do now? Anger swelled inside her. She would grow. She would move off from the protection of the city and grow in power. She would avenge them both.
"What's goin' through that head o' yers lass?" Dagget's voice came from behind her. She turned to look at him, her eyes dark with hate. He knew then what she was thinking, for the thought had crossed his mind as well. He sighed and nodded his head. "Come to the funeral at least, girl. Ye need tae give yer raspects tae ye mother."
"Don't ye think I'da been doin' that any way?" She growled, still angry. "I ain't no bearded gnome ye know."
"Ye ain't bearded at all, so whatch ye gripin' at me fer?" He scoffed.
She just turned and walked away from him. She would begin tomorrow. Her quest to avenge her mother would begin in the frozen north.
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Lainelru Mistwielder
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Beware the quiet child, for she is the deadliest of her sisters.
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Post by Lainelru Mistwielder on Dec 30, 2004 16:02:25 GMT -5
Ahamae hid in the shadows caused from the fire of the funeral pire, her tears running down her cheeks rapidly. Her hate had long turned into sadness, but it was still there, burning with the same intensity of the fire she now watched. They had killed her mother. The gnolls of Darvor Mannor had murdered her in cold blood. She would get her revenge.
Yet she was growing fearful of her decision. She knew little of the ways of people outside her homelands of the North. She left the shadows and walked to her home just outside the tunnels. Grabbing her father's old travel bag, she began to fill it with what she could. Armor, weapons, food and a map went into the sack.
"Where will it end, lass?"
She turned to see Falgor and her father standing in the doorway watching her. Falgor was frowning at her in worry, and she knew he did not like her reason for leaving what she had always known behind.
"Where will it end?" He reitterated. "When you have killed every gnoll in Darvor Mannor, what will you do then? Will you find some other race to hate and blame them as well?"
"I don't jest do this fer me ma ye know. Them damned gnolls 'ave killed more'n my family." She said, turning to finish her packing.
"Yes, but there are older and fouler things than gnolls and orcs in the dark places of the world."
She thought on this. Yes. Yes, there were other evils out there. Evils that had killed and murdered and robbed the innocent of their lives. Evils that too long had haunted the steps of the people of Norrath. Why had she not seen it before? She was not just angry at the gnolls. She was angry at anything that had ever taken a life.
She knew she could not destroy them on her own, though. She knew that she would never be strong enough to do so. A thought came to her then. Perhaps...yes, yes, it could work. With the thought of her new found purpose, though self imposed, in her mind, Ahamae flew from her home. She entered the tunnels of the dwarven city, running as fast as she could to the guild home of the warriors there. She had to speak to their leader, General Oxfist.
The dwarves of the guild hall let her pass without question, though they gave her strange looks. She rushed into the main room, gasping out his name. "General Oxfist!" She cried.
The grizzled old warrior jumped at the frantic voice of the young woman and turned to look at her confused. "Ere, now, lass. What be ye so upset about?" He asked, a bit worried.
"General, I must speak with you." She said through gasps of breath. He nodded his head and she approached a bit more slowly.
"What d'ye need, girl?" He crossed his arms, waiting.
Quickly she explained what had been going through her mind. Oxfist listened carefully to what she had to say, though he had to ask her to slow down a few times when she began to talk too fast.
"I cannae do this alone, Genral." She said at length. "I need teh help o' others if I'm goin' tae do this, and me heart's set on it."
He nodded his head slightly in agreement. "Alright, lass. Lemme talk it over wi' teh others in me hall an' I'll see what we can be doin' fer ye."
She nodded her head in a quick thank you and left the tunnels again. It could work. If she could just get her plans out there, if she could just find others willing to help, it could work. She did not plan on attacking the cities. No, that was one thing she did not wish to do, for the cities held innocents within them. Those that were in the wilds, though, would pay dearly. If she could ever find the help she needed.
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Lainelru Mistwielder
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Beware the quiet child, for she is the deadliest of her sisters.
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Post by Lainelru Mistwielder on Dec 30, 2004 17:27:18 GMT -5
By dawn she was awake again. She had gotten very little sleep the night before, her dreams plagued with visions of her mother's murder. She woke in a cold sweat that morning. Sitting up, she placed her head in her hands and cried. She was leaving everything. Her home, her family, all of it. What would become of her now? Would she find the help she needed, or would she die in a similar fashion to her mother?
She shook her head, drying her tears and taking on a determined stance. No. She may be going out on her own, but she would not die at the hands of those she saught to kill. She could not wait for Oxfist to give her an answer to her request, nor did she want to wait for the others to get up to say good bye. She knew that if she did, she would never leave, and she had promised herself that she would leave that morning.
Quietly she stood, gathering her pack. She left a note on the mantle of the fireplace telling her family good-bye and where she would be heading to first. Once that was done, she quietly made her way out of her homeland. Following the map, she carefully picked her way through the wilds, avoiding the beasts that would tear her alive if they had the chance, and making her way to the river. There, she followed the shore south.
She traveled carefully and silently, alone. She was unprotected by anything at that time and she was not sure she wanted to stop at the city she had to go through first. As she neared Darvor Mannor, she stopped cold in her tracks. Across the river from her was a small fort filled with gnolls. Her eyes burned with hate as she watched them, though they were far enough they did not see her.
"One o these days," She muttered. "Ye'll all wish ye had left well enough alone."
She tore her eyes from the gnolls and continued her way down the river. She crossed it once she saw Darvor Mannor, and stepped onto the shore. Soaking wet and embarrassed at the way it made her look, she quickly signed the ledger before making her way through the long road to Highpass Hold.
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Lainelru Mistwielder
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Beware the quiet child, for she is the deadliest of her sisters.
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Post by Lainelru Mistwielder on Dec 30, 2004 18:12:15 GMT -5
As she entered the city of Highpass Hold, Ahamae grew curious about the crowd gathered around the bulletin boards there. After signing the ledger, she made her way through the crowd to stand in front of the new notice. Her eyes scanned the paper, widened, then read through it carefully.
"By the sons o' Brell!" She cried loudly, unaware her thoughts were being said loud enough to be heard. "They sent out me request!"
At the strange looks she recieved, she quickly moved out of the crowd. Perhaps now she would get the aide that she needed. Perhaps now, someone would see her and know her plight, offer their aide in her cause. Her heart lifted, and she quickly made her way towards the road leading to Freeport.
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Lainelru Mistwielder
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Beware the quiet child, for she is the deadliest of her sisters.
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Post by Lainelru Mistwielder on Dec 30, 2004 18:40:18 GMT -5
Back in Moradhim, Dagget joined his grandfather in the warrior's guild house to wait for a reply. He sighed over his cup of ale and shook his head slightly.
"Teh girl never knew ye were her grandpappy. Don't even think shey knew ye were related tae meh." He said solumly to his grandfather, Oxfist.
Oxfist frowned slightly and let his fist hit the table heavily. "Get them worries out o' yer head, boy! Teh girl was raised by ye and Ahanae tae be tough. Shey knows how tae cook and live on her own, and that shaman friend o' yers taught her some lessons on bein' useful tae others. That girl's got more spunk in her then ye had at her age!"
"Aye. But like any da' I worry 'bout her." He smiled then and laughed a little. "But ye're right o' course. Ain't no better youngin' what knows how tae fend fer herself than me Ahamae." He frowned a bit. "Wish her mother had named 'er somthin else though."
"We'll be gettin' replies soon anuff. Soon shey'll have all teh help shey'll need."
Ahamae reached Freeport and rested. She'd not slept the entire time she had been going there. She was tired and in need of a good cooked meal instead of jerky. Deciding to rest in Freeport for a while, she walked into the Smiling Serpant Inn and ordered some food, getting a room while she was at it.
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Lainelru Mistwielder
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Beware the quiet child, for she is the deadliest of her sisters.
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Post by Lainelru Mistwielder on Dec 31, 2004 23:01:30 GMT -5
After resting in Freeport, Ahamae thought it best to go back and see if she could help the Tribunal at all. She stopped on her way to Halas to speak with her uncle and father. It was while she was there that she confronted her father about never knowing Oxfist. So, she stayed in Moradhim for a few days, getting to know her greatgrandfather as best she could before seeking out Benen O'Leary.
The old tribesman sent her out on some minial tasks, slaying rodents to aquire new armor and weaponry. She did not much like her tasks, but she had to start somewhere. She knew that things that often seemed insignificant, were the things that usually held the most purpose in the long run.
It was while she was there that she was invited into a faction she had only heard rumors about. Commonly known as the RPA, she had heard tales of some of the heroic people within it. So, she excepted the invitation, hoping that she could gain a few friends by the time she was ready to start her war on the gnolls.
What she did not expect, was to gain a friend as quickly as she did. She began speaking with the warrior named Wilkens not long after she entered their faction. As she was doing her tasks set before her, Wilkens spoke to her.
"Is there anything I can help you with, Ahamae?" Wilkens asked her.
"Nae lass." She said, killing a rat as she spoke. "At least not at teh moment. I thank ye fer teh offer, an' most likely I'll be needin' some sort of help here soon, but at teh moment I'm just killing vermin."
It was not long after she said that, that she was called back to Benen's home. He had an important task for her, and this time, it was no vermin she had to kill.
"I want you to bring me anything you find from the Freezeblood Warden, Ahamae. He is a dangerous goblin and has been attacking our people far too often." Benen said to her.
So, she thought. Her first act would be a goblin. That was all fine with her. It would be her first step into her self-imposed journey. Yet as she snuck towards the goblin, she knew she would never beat him on her own. There were many others around him, each one powerful enough to kill her in only a few hits. She traveled back to the city walls and stopped at the end of the tunnel before she reached the bridge.
"I could use ye 'elp now, Wilkens, if the offer still stands." She said.
She hadn't known Wilkens was already in the city of Halas when she had said that. So, she sat at the mouth of the tunnel, contemplating over how she was going to complete her task without getting herself killed.
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Lainelru Mistwielder
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Beware the quiet child, for she is the deadliest of her sisters.
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Post by Lainelru Mistwielder on Dec 31, 2004 23:14:36 GMT -5
As she sat there, her thoughts went back to the days of her past, when she was a young girl and all the things her mother had taught her.
She could remember being a child and watching her mother cook in the kitchen. She could remember the smells that wafted through their stone house each day as the meals were being cooked. The stews were her favorites because her mother had always fixed the cresent-shaped breads with a lightly sweet taste to it when she cooked the stews.
She remembered having to use her father's old pipe for her music lessons before her mother had made her one of her own. Ahamae pulled out the wooden pipe, decorated with Elvin runes that gave it a slightly magical property. Her heart sank and her expression softened, turned sad. That flute. It was the only thing she had left of her mother. She had not gotten to say good-bye, as she should have at her mother's funeral. They had had no body, only possessions, to burn on the pire.
She clutched the pipe a few moments as tears ran down her cheek again. Quickly, though, she wiped her tears away and put up her pipe. She had to stick to her plans. But first, she had to figure out how to complete her task.
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Lainelru Mistwielder
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Beware the quiet child, for she is the deadliest of her sisters.
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Post by Lainelru Mistwielder on Jan 1, 2005 23:23:06 GMT -5
"I'm in halas now." Wilkens said.
Ahamae looked up from where she was sitting and sure enough, there she was. "I know what Benen gives as tasks, so I'll help you get what you need for a while." Wilkens offered.
Ahamae smiled and thanked her, telling her what it was she needed first as they joined forces and headed out to get what she needed for her next few tasks.
"Thank ye kindly, Wilkens, fer yer help." She said, following along behind her.
"No problem at all." Wilkens smiled. "Always glad to help someone in our ranks."
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Post by Wilkens on Jan 2, 2005 2:26:33 GMT -5
:: as they went on to do the tasks that were needed, wilkens looked at this young person.
she thinks to herself " oy, im short, well compared to this girl thats for sure.
"well at least this is a distraction for now. i can help this girl out while i think of where to start looking for the killers of my mother."
she doesnt know why she went to halas, its no where near where her mother died.
but she has an idea that she was supposed to be heading up to the bandits north of teth but for some reason ended up in halas.
in everything that has happened since she killed her sister she forgot to deal with her body.
as she helps ahamae she finds herself wanting to open up to her more, to be like a friend.
this is confusing to her, she has only opened up to one person, other than her mother that is.
she starts to wonder what ahamae's life was like, she talks strangely, at least she can understand her.
no need for a translator when she speaks, not like when zug or rhab talk ( even tho she does speak ogre sometimes when the two of them get excited, or in zug's case hungry, its hard to understand them)
she is glad to have met this young healer, she is a good person.
after they finish all the tasks that the young girl will need to do in the near future ahamae mentions that she needed to travel some.
when she said that wilkens remembered a friend that loved to travel, especialy in very dangerous places such as the orc tunnels and griffon homes. ::
" i have a friend that can help you with your travels, i will send her to you for i need to go and do something right now. her name is chevonne. "
:: with that wilkens takes her leave of the young healer wishing that she could trust her ::
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Lainelru Mistwielder
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Beware the quiet child, for she is the deadliest of her sisters.
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Post by Lainelru Mistwielder on Jan 2, 2005 7:38:42 GMT -5
Ahamae nodded her head slightly. "Alright. I thank ye again fer helpin' me wi this." She said.
Once Wilkens had parted from her, Ahamae set about gathering new supplies and what she could for the road ahead. She wondered once again what would become of her as she waited for Chevonne. Still, Wilkens seemed as nice a gel as she'd ever met, and she wondered if all those in the ranks of her new faction were like that.
She had not met many in the faction, only Wilkens and one other actually, but she had spoken to a few and so far, everyone seemed nice enough to her. As she waited for Chevonne to arrive, Ahamae looked to the south where Moradhim ly. She missed them. She missed her mother.
She missed being able to go about freely with no worries or cares in her life. That was over now. Her care-free days of life were behind her. It was time she grew up, became a woman instead of a girl. She sighed as she leaned against a wall of the tunnel.
Nothing would ever be the same again. All her hopes, her dreams for the future she had once held...all of them now slipped through her grasp in one startling realization. She would die one day, she knew this. She only hopped she could have a death worthy of a warrior. If she had nothing else but that, and the satisfaction of knowing she killed at least a few of her mother's killers, her spirit would pass on peacefully.
She wondered then, if her mother had gotten the life and death she wanted. Life perhaps. She doubted her mother had wanted to be murdered at the hands of mutated dogs. Thoughts went through her mind then, of weather or not she had been a good daughter. Perhaps one day, she would see her again.
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Post by Wilkens on Jan 2, 2005 19:36:52 GMT -5
( writing as chevonne here, havent made up a thingy for her )
:: chevonne is standing in a tree in tethelin, her favorite place to be when shes not busy else where when she hears her name being shouted at the base of the tree she is in ::
" yes "
" i have a message for you" the messager looks around to find her
" well what is it?" chevonne giggles
" well, wilkens would like you to go to halas and meet a person named ahamae " the messager is starting to look a little concerned. he finally just turns and looks at the tree.
" you silly look up, im in the tree "
" oh, there you are " the relieved messager looks up and sees chevonne sitting on the branch above his head.
:: chevonne drops a coin to him and says thanks, have a good day and travel safe my friend.
she climbs down from the tree and heads to the coach man. wondering if this ahamae is the same girl she heard about when she was a child.
she hopes so, she will make a good friend if she is.
chevonne smiles at the coachman and heads to halas wondering where her travels shall lead her today. ::
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Post by Lainelru Mistwielder on Jan 2, 2005 19:44:18 GMT -5
Ahamae drew herself out of the dark thoughts in her head and made her way to the coach. Most likely, this Chevonne was a friend of Wilkens, and if that were true, she should be just as friendly. It did not take long before the two of them were joining forces with each other and well on their way.
"Ye'll 'ave tae excuse me language, lass." She said as they traveled. "What with bein' raised in a dwarf hall, it kinda grows on ye." She applogized for an accent she had not thought inappropriate until then.
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Post by Wilkens on Jan 2, 2005 19:51:10 GMT -5
:: chevonne stood there and stared.
she realizes that she is being quite rude but this is the same girl that she heard of when she was a child.
she wonders if she knows her lineage or not. ::
" oh hey no problem, i can understand you quite well.
well where is it you would like to go now.
i can take you anywhere in world.
i love to travel and especially when its the most scariest route to take.
it makes things more fun if you do it that way. "
:: chevonne thinks to herself ahamae is really nice, she will have to remember to thank wilkens when she sees her again. ::
" i hope you are ready for travel, for i dont stop long in places, if you need to rest or anything please let me know. "
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Post by Lainelru Mistwielder on Jan 2, 2005 20:04:06 GMT -5
Ahamae smirked slightly. "Bring em tae meh!" She laughed. "I dinnae care what way we take so long as it's done." She smiled slightly. Chevonne was actually pretty fun, and a gel after her own heart from the looks of it.
"'Ow long ave ye been a shaman, if ye don't mind?" She asked as they ran. She wanted to find out more about her new ally.
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