The World of Layonara
Character Development => Development Journals and Discussion => Topic started by: Eight-Bit on February 23, 2005, 01:49:00 AM
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Sitting up in a tree is a most curious sight. A strange woman in black and red clothing, with two swords at her belt, sways carelessly with the wind.
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What was that, Nathaniel thought... he had seen something on the edge of his vision up in a tree.
"It couldn't have been her?"
His heart pounds in his chest remembering the conflict that was her virtue and her demonic heritage. If only he had told her how I felt. He chastised himself, "A tiefling would have nothing to do with an Aasimar she only tagentally knew."
He steps surely on his way. Heart a little lighter, bathed in found memories of a most frustrating teifling.
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:o Mar 28, 1380 12:10 pm
Naga Saillune sat herself at the foot of the statue outside the Ft. Llast Toranite temple
as the seven other members of her party consulted over the matter of the 'Twin Swords' within, she decided to write in her journel.
'It was always strange returning to this place.'
If she recalled correctly, the first time that she had set foot in there, it too had
been over a sword that had been stolen by some Shifter. She, along with a rag
tag group had joined up with Matilda to recover it. (softly Naga sighs )
'Things change so quickly?'
When she had first met Matilda Landsend, the woman had seemed a shy, and stuttering shadow dweller who aided her in getting a vile of Essence from within the crypt at Hlint.
However, the last time she recalled having seen her, Matilda had been well out of those shadows, and on her way to becoming a true Heroine of the Mistone realms. Naga slowly shuts the tome covers and places it aside.
'Maybe if she had stayed in the shadows, she would be alive today?'
While she ponders this thought, it appears briefly within the corner of her eye!
A woman like form in black and red, perched within the bare branches of the nearby
leafless tree that sways carelessly in the noon wind.
The sound of the others emerging from the temple breaks the moment.
Naga blinks at the now empty tree before her.
'Yes indeed, always strange?'
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*As Volrath strolls by, he looks up and sees the figure in the trees*
Hrmph. Looks like that lass with the butter knives.
*He walks away silently with a smirk on his face as he nurses his cherry lambic in one hand, and hefts his enormous axe in the other*
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*Willow watches the tree with curiosity. She knows this one, she always has*
*she whispers to the winds* If she is to be then let it be, if it is not to be then the winds have failed and the heart dies with a ember of sarrow. *Touching her amulet around her neck* I have faith in a return of the lost... someday.
*Willow walks to the north glancing back at the tree* Someday the lost will come home.
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She grumbles deeply, speaking in an infernal tounge. Swaying slowly she looks down at all the passerbys.