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Elias was just about ready to give up. Not only did he just make an utter fool of himself both by what happened, by how he had reacted to it and how his “date” had, but as fate would it, a wounded man of muddy elven blood was carried to the bar by two squires of the Earroldian army and was even calling out for a healer.

Why was his fate so mean to him on this day? Was it karma? Should he have stayed in bed the the busty blonde whom which he had spent the night? Or was it the fact that he had spent the night with a woman that was not his wife at home? Was Klavon out to get him? Or was it that deity of the Grapholan snakes?

No matter what his bad luck was caused by, though he suspected he might at some point during the night have used Klavon's name in vein and had her curse cast upon him, he was certain that it would only get worse. The squires must have recognized him. He was their second in command, after all. They must have noticed him and even though they did fear his wrath a little bit, this fear was nothing compared to the fear they held for their Lady General. They would tell on him and the shining Lady Knight of Earroldir would bring down her punishment upon him. Sandee Mursa was not the woman he wanted to punish him. She was downright scary, even to a man who found pain arousing.

Debating for a moment whether it was worth taking the chance or not, he looked his little “date” over. He had blown it completely. She just found him amusing. She was never planning to sleep with him, anyways.

Let me pay for your meal, despite not getting what I wished for, my Lady,” he offered, placing a piece of gold on the countertop, which they both knew would far more than pay for her meal, along with her meals for the rest of the week. “I am so terribly sorry,” he said, looking her up and down with true, sincere regret in his eyes, “But I am afraid that duty calls.

He offered his little hobgoblin Lady a final bow before turning his attention towards the wounded newcomer.

I am Elias Nihmgor, Knight of Earroldir,” he introduced. Usually, he would never use his name in a place like this, but he was required to introduce himself when he was doing anything in the line of duty. It was simple manners, really. “I fear my healing capabilities are far from what you need, but I can at least stop the bleeding, if you so wish? Or I could take you to the Tempel of Klavon and have the Temple Maidens look upon your injuries, if that is to be perferred?

As soon as he had done so, if the wounded man would allow it, he would be off. He would sneak into the camp, get his horse and other equipment and he would be off and out of there before his Lady General had a chance to punish him.
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I do believe I will be withdrawing my application for the roleplay. The GM has accepted no less than fourteen characters, and that is a bit too much for me. I also might think that, despite the very impressive opening post, this is a bit below my standards in terms of skill amongst the players, as everyone has been accepted this far. I am terribly sorry to have wasted your time reading my character sheet.
I made a quick CS for this. I might edit a bit in it later.

Sorry about not posting like a promised, but I live with my parents now and they live out in the middle of nowhere... There was a storm and the power went out and stuff was horrible.

So I posted...
And it's horrible. Sorry. I know, I know, I was just so... BLEGH!!! ... I was honestly drawing a total blank on what to write. I had lots of other stuff on my mind and all those excuses, you know.

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robomonk, you just go ahead and control those squires.
"Oh! Well, if that glass of wine isn't enough company for you, there is plenty of room over here, why don't you sit with your Lady and tell me how my prince came to be in a place like this?

Huh, who would have guessed? Not only was this hobgoblin curved like a forest nymph, but she was smart, too. Not that his agenda had been hidden by much more than a translucent veil, but she was a hobgoblin, for crying out loud! She was supposed to be brawny and dumb, not brainy and curvy.

Ah well, at least his chances never quite fell to ground, as long as a woman let him speak to her. He still had his status with the Kingdom, his status in the army and his regal good looks. And if all that should fail, he still had money. A woman who was hard to get, would always be that much more satisfying to bed.

He gave off a small, carefully measured laugh. Too much would make him seem desperate, as if she was just so funny that he had to ask her home with him. Too little would make him seem arrogant, as if he was certain he would bring her home nonetheless. It really was an artform; courting a woman. A man is much easier. Ask him to come with you and promise him that nothing will come near his backside and he is in it for the worst.

I fear you are mistaken, my Lady. I am no Prince; I am merely a Duke,” he replied smoothly, brushing a crimson bang from his face, as he slid into the seat next to her, bringing his wine with him, “At least I will be, on my hundreth birthday. But that is not for another human lifetime. Right now, I am with the Earroldian army,” he added, smiling as warmly as he could with her nervousness tingling in the back of his mind, “Most men would cough out some lie of how they simply wish to help their country, but not me. I never lie, my Lady.

He stopped there, waiting for her to react in some way. She was a hard nut to crack; he knew nothing of what was going on in her mid. He needed to get her talking about her life, rather than have her listen to his sad tales. He needed to know if she was his type of woman. Sex was all fine and good, but he perferred races like hobgoblins and dwarves for their dominant nature. Their violent nature. He felt a bit hot just thinking about it. Luckily, the red of his hair tended to drown out all redness on his face. And he resisted the urge to rub the morbid skin alteration on his chest.

Instead, he decided to reach for his wine, without looking away from the beautiful creature before him. He missed, though, which was quite unusual. His hand was always drawn to a goblet of wine like a moth to a flame; he could not possibly miss, even if he was not looking. He glanced in the direction of his wine, just to measure the distance. Had it moved? He did not have time to study it closely, though, and just reached for it again; missing once more. He glanced again. It had moved! By now, he was certain that his “date” had also noticed. If not, he might have given her brains too much credit. He reached for it one more time, this time staring intently at it out eh corner of his eye and – It moved! He almost fell from his seat, attempting to grab the goblet.

Rhachon le!” he exclaimed, reverting back to the tongue he had spoken for the past fifty years with his family. Swears and curses were not very common in the Elfin tongue, though, and the Elfin tongue was no longer very common.
Did you see that?” he added, turned back towards his “date”.

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"Razzalorn Timmindale, your mightiness, at your service. Don't worry yourself, I don't intend to cause any harm, I simply happen to have found myself in a teensy spot of bother and was wondering if there were any powerful knights such as yourself who could be... kind enough to escort me to a little old bar in the outer circle where I can heal myself up. We ARE near Earroldir, yes?"

Sandee raised an eyebrow at the man. He was attempting flatter when his neck was on the line, quite literally. He spoke like a Grapholan snake. Sadly, he was not on of her soldiers and she was not out on the battlefield, or she would have had his head on a stake.

Normally, I would never lead a wounded man to his own demise, but you are not one of my men,” she stated with a look of clear disgust on her face at his state. With a simple jerk of her hand, two of the squires under her command stood by her side, making themselves look small as if not to attract her wrath, “Bring this man where he wishes. It is not my job to judge him; Klavon will do that for us,” she stated with sneer before taking her boot off of the man's neck and continuing on her way. The squires fidgeted beside the man, waiting for him to tell them what to do.
So... I have my post written (It only took me a week *derp*) and it will be posted tonight, when I get to my own computer.

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I'm actually just an animal person. I have two dogs, three cats, two canaries, a guniea pig and a bunny, plus an aquarium full of fish of many different kinds. I just kinda like all animals. Expecially the ones who wants to snuggle up with me ^_^

Actually, I made my mom laugh really hard the other day because of the dogs. See one of them has black fur and the other one has white fur. It just so happens that the black dog is big and old while the white one is young and adorable (I think the black one is more adorable, 'cause he's snuggly)...
So, the little white dog was chsaing one of the cats and my mom usually scolds the black one for doing so, so I was like "HEY! don't do that". My mom goes "He's a dog; dogs do that" and I just gasped and went "You racist! It's just because he's white, right?" .... and my mom cracks up like an egg against a frying pan.
So sorry, guys. Some stuff happened yesterday and I didn't have the time to finish my post. It's almost written, though, so I can finish it once I get home today. I have a session with my obstetrician (or midwife, more commonly) right after work, so I can probably have it up in about ... eight hours from now. That is if I have no scannings, blood tests or whatever else they want to put me through.

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On a funnier note:

"The difference between cats and dogs.

A dog will think: They took me in; they gave me a home. They keep me warm, feed me and make sure I never go thirsty. They cuddle me and pet me and I am sure that they love me unconditionally. They must be God.

A cat will think: They took me in; they gave me a home. They keep me warm, feed me and make sure I never go thirsty. They cuddle me and pet me and I am sure that they love me unconditionally. I must be God."

Are you a cat- or a dog-person? ^_~
Hey guys. Sorry I haven't posted yet, but I've been busy with life. I'll probably get the time to make a post today, though I am not a hundred percent sure. Tomorrow, I know I have the time, so I will post tomorrow, at the very latest.
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