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Post by Draconorn on Nov 1, 2008 8:13:25 GMT
Chengo watched the norn run off, utterly confused. Did he say something wrong? When he heard another voice, he turned. It seemed he had some sort of air of authority; everyone was asking him what to do. "The staff dining hall's at the rear of the ship, third level, if I'm right in guessing you're on the crew." He replied. "I was going to head there myself in a moment anyway."
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Post by Spray on Nov 1, 2008 11:19:37 GMT
Slanger felt uneasy but he was begining to like this 'zoom'. He seemed friendly and that was a characteristic missing in many these days. "well" he said then paused trying to fight back the small tear that swelled in the corner of his eye.
"I Lived in the Ashen Forest in what's called a glade. It was wonderful, The seasons were portrayed as something out of a dream the Local tavern always full of the finest ale and stories. I had a family, Mother and father. Both were kind warm-hearted folk. Then one day a certain cult called 'Truth and Knowledge' sold our Glade to a bunch of Grendels. I fled for my life but i remember one thing... One was able to shoot ice, that killed my mother. My father fled never seen him since."
Slanger felt the awkward silence prick his fur. "anyway isn't this the cabin?" he questioned
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Post by Grendel Man on Nov 2, 2008 17:23:47 GMT
Aiofa nodded. "Indeed I am. I'm the...navigator, I guess you could say."
"Anyway, thanks for the directions. I'll guess I'll see you down there." she added with a smile, and then she turned, and it didn't take her long to disappear below deck. ------
Blood. Lots of blood.
Blood stained the walls of the stairway out of the cargo hold. Blood dripped off the rafters and rolled down the stairs in rivers. Most of all, the blood spewed from the corpses of watch norns who had bitten off more than they could chew.
And it was obvious who had done it all. He was standing on the catwalk, staring out over the main holding bay with a smirk on his face. The amount of guard norns who ran down here was impressive. Apparently, one of the norns he had killed earlier managed to call for backup before dying. No matter, the backup was just as pitiful as they were, and now, they lie dead, the bodies a gory monument to the race of grendels and to the authority of Ravana's yet unknown master.
The blue-green grendel snorted. He had single-handily taken out the ship's entire guard. Now, resistance was going to be very weak, unless the passengers had something else in store....
He turned, and then continued his journey to the other side of the catwalk, blood dripping from the tip of his spear and the edges of his shield.
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Post by Spray on Nov 11, 2008 14:08:15 GMT
Is this dead already?
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Post by Ember Lee on Nov 12, 2008 22:14:35 GMT
((Sorry! Internet crashed for a good couple of days. oh btw Spray, Zoom is a girl))
"How sad. Sorry about your mum. Wish I had known mine. And maybe you'll find your father again some day. Destiny has strange ways of connecting everyone." she chirped sadly, before looking at the cabin. "Yeah that's the right one."
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