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I waved as the group left more than a little disheartened.  One turned around for a final glance; for which I rewarded him by blowing a kiss with a wink.  His face turned red and he jumped when his companions called him. I fell into a brief fit of giggling when we were alone again.  It was always fun to tease the young men and sometimes women adventurers from time to time. "To answer your question.  We both herald from a place once called 'the City of Starlight'."  I answered. "For whom I am greatful that they let me leave with one of their most prescious star!" Wrensthav interrupted before placing a kiss on my forehead which caused me to become flustered.  I collected myself and continued. "I am greatful that you have accepted me into your fellowship, Pretty Elf-lady, but I would very much like to prove my worth to both you and the strongman." The hot drink warmed my being as I sipped from the ornate tea cup the Pretty Elf-lady summoned.  I laid my hair across my lap to keestrongrom being soiled as we sat and rested. The flavor was very much like the person that summoned it.  Strong, but not overpoweringly so, with light hints of other exotic spices which gave it a bit of bite.  To bad Wrensthav wouldnt be able to enjoy it as much without it being triple strength.  Though he did sip absentmindedly when the Elf-lady spoke.  The blonde strongman seemed a bit out of place in our newly formed party of comparitively lithe figures.  Wrens and the Pretty Elf-lady were deep in lighthearted conversation, hardly a word from a third party could be squeezed in. I admitted my defeat with a sigh, turning my attention to the strongman. "Strong man, what so piqued your interest in this venture?"
;p I am sure Polaris has a good bit of her "assets" openly displayed. Anyhow writing my post finally
Sounds good. lemme know when skype works for you again.
Oooh Polaris won't be happy, She missed getting a turn. Perhaps she'll get a turn after the tea break? Or we could have her assert her standing later down the road. That was a very enjoyable read. I shall do my best to have a post up by the end of this week.
Hi there ^_^
Your posts are always amazing and i figured that you got really caught up in irl stuff since it has been several days since you last logged in. Take your time.
No rush, i am just enjpying that the story is still going.
ok posted, trying to get more "flowery" with my descriptions. hope you enjoy the read ^_^
Polaris It had been a while since she had seen a warrior that would hopefully give Wrensthav more than a little trouble. Tendrils of orange started to swirl around him as he prepared for his first attack. In an instant, He was already in front of the Pretty Elf-lady. His blade, an arced blur of gold slicing upward. Somehow, the fearsome attack was parried away and the silver-haired woman moved but a step to the side. But she does look annoyed for some reason. Polaris though to herself. Maybe she poured some magic power into her blade for the parry. Magic nullifying items and techniques must be a rarity in this world. Wrensthav rarely used Bergecrest for this reason as it greatly lessened the magical advantage of himself and his opponent. We did hear something of this character taking down dragons or controlling them. Hopefully she doesn't learn the true weakness of Wrensthav's fighting mentality. Several more clashes chimed out from the beautiful blades every time they kissed. No doubt the higher bell-like notes came from the crystal sword, the golden sword sounding more like a gong. Surprisingly the two notes harmonized quite well. Several moments passed before Wrensthav embedded the sword into the ground. The two of them clashing was quite a sight. More like glimpsing two ancient specters fighting over the outcome of this holy ground than a friendly sparring match. Taking a second to pour magical power into some hand signs, Wrensthav’s gloves visibly glowed orange from the interweaving lines that swam across the surface. “I ask for the aid of that which answers to the void archive, come forth and heed my call, nine knives!” He casually touched the ground before grasping the golden blade once more. Nine small, dark portals manifested from the ground on the outskirt of a summoning circle made of runes. Coming from these portals, were nine small throwing knives that soon orbited around their caster. “About time you stopped playing around!” I yelled at Wrensthav. I did not enjoy seeing how much fun he was having with this evaluation. “Thanks for the warm-up, but it seems my companion is getting impatient. Hopefully our next few exchanges will determine the outcome of this sparring match.”
I really enjoyed that post, sorry for taking so long to get around to reading it. I'll see what I can write up later today.
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