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Name:Known as Shadow [name is Drake Nightengale]
Age: 17 Gender:male Appearance:  Class: ex-blade History:He was one of the most skilled blades in all of the nations. He was dismissed when he refused to go on an assassination mission, his honor would not let him do it. His twin scimitars are his most trusted allies. He may seem cold on the outside, but he is a good guy at heart. He now fights in search off a meaning to his life. hope I can join!
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02-22-2008
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(Dude! You can't just steal R.A. Salvatore's greatest character as your name! ><)
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02-22-2008
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<But Drizzt is the coolest drow ever, and I mean EVER! i'll change it any way, cuz your right. I should not steal names from my fav books. LEGEND OF DRIZZT ROCKS LIKE ALL HELL!!>
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((...*Shakes with rage*))
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02-23-2008
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<OOC>Are you two done?<OOC>
Elyse watched Sothan leap away and disappeat into the shadows. She couldn't tell you that she recognized him, but felt that he, being a blade himself, would help deal with the corruption, one way or another. She continued her walk down the street, now to find this new person that Ginga spoke of. Something in her mind told her that that person would be dead as well, but she pressed on anyways. As she walked she recognized the sound of an old marching song being softly sung in the distance. It quickly changed key as she walked, figuring that whomever was humming it had picked a more suitable tone. She followed it all the way to a man with a lute. Something about him screamed Ex-Blade, though she wasn't sure what.
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02-23-2008
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Aremias continued humming as he travelled down the winding streets of Mortife, he was completely unaware that he was being followed, once upon a time he may have picked up on it, but that time was long past, he hadn't done anything like that since the war. He sighed as he looked up at a slowly rotting wooden sign, then he had an idea - if he was going to return to being a blade, should he decide to, he would need to be as skilled as he once was. He grinned and turned on his heel, cutting off the tune abruptly, he slipped the bow from his shoulder and moved back several paces, just enough to put some distance between himself and the sign, he slipped an arrow from his quiver and nocked it, aiming carefully at the rotted sign, it was barely readable, nobody would miss it, he let the arrow fly, it was right on target, something he hadn't suspected since he was so out of practice, he cheered as the sign gave a sharp crack and toppled over, "I've still got it!" Aremias cheered before slipping the bow back over his shoulder and resuming his tune as if nothing happened, he kept walking, trying to take in every sight he could.
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02-23-2008
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Shadow was near by when the arrow hit the sign. It intrigued him that some one with that skill would show it so openly. he started to follow him so subtly that the other person tailing this man never knew he was there." looks like I'm not the only one interested in him." as he moved, he let a poem go through his mind, one that reminded him of his search for his purpose. Maybe this man and his stalker would have some part in it.
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02-26-2008
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Aremias smiled to himself as he wandered along, he had the feeling in his gut that he was being followed, and his gut was usually correct, in fact, it had never failed to tell him when he was being followed, or maybe he was just hungry? No, it didn't matter, if he was being followed, he would have to lose whoever was following him, he quickened his pace a little, then some more, then, as he turned a corner he spotted a tavern, the perfect place to lose someone, he pushed through the door, bumping past some rather rough looking customers, this was the perfect set up, he couldn't have prepared a better place in which to lose someone if he had spent a whole week planning it, the rough-looking customers everywhere, the rippling muscles of the customers, their unkempt clothes and hair, even the skinny waitresses and the beer-bellied barkeep, it was all perfect, the stage was set, the actors were all spoiling to go, now he only needed to wait for a while, "What'll it be... bla-... bard," the barkeep asked him as he sat down, he gave the man a smile as he replied, "Ale, and plenty of it!" he laughed, acting as friendly as one could get, tossing a few coins to the barkeep, who caught them as if they had been practicing the moves of the careful dance they were performing all day, soon enough a large pint of ale was placed in front of him, he was thankful to whichever of the gods had decided to invent drunkeness, he took a large 'sip' and waited, an hour, perhaps only half of one would be all he needed.
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02-26-2008
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<OOC> My god Asbestos, could you at least break the paragraph each time someone speaks? It just makes your post easier to read.</OOC>
As she saw that the man quicken his pace she realized that she might have inadvertently scared him. This was not the intent, and she really didn't want to make an enemy out of an ex-blade. He made his way into a nearby tavern, bustling past the brutes of people that were swarming the watering hole. Clever, she thought, for if she was being followed in city streets that would be the place she would duck into: somewhere public, preferably a busy place. She then waited at the door for a moment before walking inside, let him get lost within the sea of people so he would be a peace knowing that he 'lost' her. Once inside she took a seat by the bar. "What shall it be lassy?" the bartender asked. This man had clearly seen better days. "First, acknowledge the name Stonk?" she asked him. She was well aware that barkeeps had such knowledge, as they were at the center of rumour mills and would have heard it all. He shook his head. "Neva heard of that, whatever it may be," the bartender replied, "Now you gonna buy something, or should I toss your sweet face out the door?" "Ale then... please," Elyse replied and handed him some coin, and in exchange was handed a glass mug with a piss-yellow liquid that reeked with alcohol. She narrowed her eyes as she drank the substance.
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02-27-2008
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“Hiding in plane sight? Not as foolish as I thought” Shadow was standing on a roof across from the tavern. He was always near the tavern to get information, even if he had to do it with the tip of a scimitar. “So, this woman is after some information or is wanting this man’s help. This might be interesting.”
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