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Eviledd1984
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Funny you say that my character's other personality is looking for help taking down the mobster that tries to kill her. Would you be intrested in them teaming up?
Funny you say that my character's other personality is looking for help taking down the mobster that tries to kill her. Would you be intrested in them teaming up?
Me too.
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As Azir closes her meaty fist around the amulet, it glows brightly. A searing pain and the smell of burnt flesh follow the light. No matter how hard Azir tries, she cannot release her grip on the amulet. Just as the pain borders on being unbearable, Azirs eyes roll as her vision fades; it suddenly stops altogether. Unclenching her fist, she finds that the amulet is gone - and that her hand has now been branded with the mark of Ael-Gol. She does not know what that means, but it isn't good news. As she fell onto the ground, she landed on her back and crashed, making the earth shake violently as she landed. She couldn’t remember much, but as she gained consciousness, she rubbed her hand. “Ow.” Whispering while noticing the mark on her hand. It looked pretty similar to the necklace around Thuk’s neck. She was ripping off some clothes from a nearby corpse, wrapping the fabric around her hand as a makeshift bandage and kicking the corpse of the dead captain in frustration. She was somewhat impressed by the combat skills of her comrades. The thought came to her that perhaps they could be useful to her.
She enjoyed the sun setting, feeling a strange calmness contrasting against the bloody battle she had just participated in. She always loved the night when it was calm, and she could freely roam and hunt. She tried to suppress the feeling of seeing a face, the same face she had seen before in the Maw. She was more than glad to leave this place; she felt bad about this situation. “Stupid little man.” Muttering under her breath while looking at the carnage and feeling somewhat proud of the destruction she and the others had caused. “We should listen to the little man and head to Sulfrey.” She said to Brorin while picking up a horse carcass. She was hungry for not eating what she had assumed was a long time—biting into the carcass and ripping the horse’s flesh with her teeth and eating most of the innards and even the bone, snapping it with her sharp teeth.
Azir
As Azir closes her meaty fist around the amulet, it glows brightly. A searing pain and the smell of burnt flesh follow the light. No matter how hard Azir tries, she cannot release her grip on the amulet. Just as the pain borders on being unbearable, Azirs eyes roll as her vision fades; it suddenly stops altogether. Unclenching her fist, she finds that the amulet is gone - and that her hand has now been branded with the mark of Ael-Gol. She does not know what that means, but it isn't good news. As she fell onto the ground, she landed on her back and crashed, making the earth shake violently as she landed. She couldn’t remember much, but as she gained consciousness, she rubbed her hand. “Ow.” Whispering while noticing the mark on her hand. It looked pretty similar to the necklace around Thuk’s neck. She was ripping off some clothes from a nearby corpse, wrapping the fabric around her hand as a makeshift bandage and kicking the corpse of the dead captain in frustration. She was somewhat impressed by the combat skills of her comrades. The thought came to her that perhaps they could be useful to her.
She enjoyed the sun setting, feeling a strange calmness contrasting against the bloody battle she had just participated in. She always loved the night when it was calm, and she could freely roam and hunt. She tried to suppress the feeling of seeing a face, the same face she had seen before in the Maw. She was more than glad to leave this place; she felt bad about this situation. “Stupid little man.” Muttering under her breath while looking at the carnage and feeling somewhat proud of the destruction she and the others had caused. “We should listen to the little man and head to Sulfrey.” She said to Brorin while picking up a horse carcass. She was hungry for not eating what she had assumed was a long time—biting into the carcass and ripping the horse’s flesh with her teeth and eating most of the innards and even the bone, snapping it with her sharp teeth.
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