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MerGirl |
Jun 11 2005, 11:54 PM
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Mouth

Joined: 11-May 05

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(OOC: Well, it's only 7 p.m. over here...)
Celia glanced at the man called Narin. She inspected him carefully. "Er, you're injured, too?" She placed her hands onto some of his wounds and healed him as best as she could. "Um, I was taught healing from my Momma a few years ago... but I'm still an amatuer, I think..."
Finished with her healing, she smiled tiredly as well as shyly at the man. He was friendly enough, but he was still a stranger to her. "Um, you should be healed now... You'll probably feel numb, though..."
She blushed and walked away towards the others. "Anyone else hurt?" she asked.
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Wolfie |
Jun 12 2005, 12:04 AM
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Mage

Joined: 14-March 05
From: Dublin, Ireland

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Jonacin slowly came round, the potion Serene had given him wearing off. He rolled to his flet to push him self to his feet, and ended up on his face. Pushing himself up, he muttered "It's strange, i can still feel my fingers, even though i can see my arm lying on the ground now. This could take some getting used to". He picked up the gauntlet that someone had taken off his detaached hand and tucked it into his belt. "Just because i don't need it anymore doesn't mean it has to be left behind" he said to himself
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 D�anaim smaoineamh, d� bhr� sin, t�im ann - Descartes Only the dead have seen the end of war ~ Plato Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. - G.K. Chesterton EnsamVarg
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Wolfie |
Jun 12 2005, 12:26 AM
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Mage

Joined: 14-March 05
From: Dublin, Ireland

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"I guess we may as well go, it's not like we've got anyting left to do here." Jonacin said to Celia. He picked up his detached arm and flung it into the woods. Then he went over to his horse, and after struggling for a couple of minutes, managed hauled himself into the saddle. He looked ovver at the others. "Come on then, lets ride"
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 D�anaim smaoineamh, d� bhr� sin, t�im ann - Descartes Only the dead have seen the end of war ~ Plato Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. - G.K. Chesterton EnsamVarg
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MerGirl |
Jun 12 2005, 01:43 AM
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Mouth

Joined: 11-May 05

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Celia nervously glanced from Jona, Serene and then at Sel. She rode close to Sel, patting his shoulder. "Are you cranky, Sel?" She smiled. "I'm not tired yet, and Serene and I have healed most of the injured..." Biting her lip, she commented, "I'm worried about Serene... She's been healing too much. She should be the one resting..."
She paused. "But I agree with you, Sel. We should rest soon... How about when it gets dark, and I'll keep watch with you?" She smiled, her voice shaky. She didn't want any fighting among the group again.
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Dantrag |
Jun 12 2005, 01:53 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz

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[quote=MerGirl]Celia nervously glanced from Jona, Serene and then at Sel. She rode close to Sel, patting his shoulder. "Are you cranky, Sel?" She smiled. "I'm not tired yet, and Serene and I have healed most of the injured..." Biting her lip, she commented, "I'm worried about Serene... She's been healing too much. She should be the one resting..."
She paused. "But I agree with you, Sel. We should rest soon... How about when it gets dark, and I'll keep watch with you?" She smiled, her voice shaky. She didn't want any fighting among the group again.[/quote]
Sel noted Celia's expressions and guessed her fear. "That outburst was pure sarcasm, I'm not actually angry, or cranky, as you put it. I didn't mean to make anyone feel bad." He smiled at Celia. "But remember, you volunteered yourself for all night watch duty..."
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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MerGirl |
Jun 12 2005, 02:12 AM
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Mouth

Joined: 11-May 05

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"Hey, I'm not a silly girl!" She straightened her back, and lifted her head, trying to look dignified. "I'm a mature young lady... and you're just a juvenile little Dunmer man, or boy, or, er, person!" She leaned to the side. "Er, how old are you, anyway, silly Dunmer?"
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