Mouth
Joined: 29-May 05
From: If you're lucky, sometimes I'm here.
"You will never get love through arguements and bloodshed. Nor a family through a sword. If you want those things, drop the sword and armor here. I don't even want to imagine how I got marrried" Shakur smiled.
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//LEFT ARM PULLS TRIGGER, RIGHT ARM SHRUGS SHOULDER//TRANSMISSION ENDED
Konrad laughed. "You do know there is a looming beast around the next corner? I have a feeling he shouldn't drop his sword." He then stroked his chin, thinking. "Well, actually, that's a good idea..."
"I do not plan on getting any love, who here could offer it to me? As for my family, they're dead, so do not speak of them unless you wish to anger me!"
"You lot sure bicker like a big-boat family," Fenris commented with a smirk. "C'mon, y'all obviously have lots of pent up aggression. LEts use it productively."
"I wanna make myself a DragonBone Cuirass of my own."
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"You’ve put up a good fight, but I’m through playing. Now I’m going to kick your [censored] and tell of my glory under the next full moon. Die well.”
Master
Joined: 20-March 05
From: Nashville, North Carolina
Falx had offered to play reguard in the whole of their trip, staying far enough back to look for any follower's or dangers that wou;d show themselves. He saw Serene and Jonacin fly up the clifface, and Niran fall off it. Almost a part of him wanted Niran to fade into oblivion.
The path up the mountain grew steeper and more treacherous and Falx decided to leave Akatash (His horse) in the service of a local whos miserable hut lay off the beaten path. Falx would return for him once the rest reached Morrowind.
Climbing up the path was difficult, and he wasn't surprised to see that Niran had fallen off, but as a even as a Knight of the Imperial Army, Falx wasn't the push over that most were. Then the group halted suddenly. Shouts could be heard in the distance and Falx decided to investigate.
(Several Minutes of Jogging Later)
Falx arrived to the site of two Bosmers bickering back and forth..
"What in the name of Oblivion is going on?"
[In Cyrodil]
"What do you mean they are heading towards Morrowind!? I pretty much came from tha direction!!" Channler yelled, his face bright red, "And with all these bloody deadra around traveling is going to be.. just dandy!"
Channler and his party stormed out of the bar, not showing the same sadness Falx had for their burning imperial capitol.
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“I'm not insensitive, I just don't care.” -Anonymous
Konrad ran ahead, a shower of dust erupting from his heels. Skidding round a large boulder, he gasped in horror and skidded backwards. "D....D..." He stuttered, pointing weakly around the corner.