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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: tigerusthegreat: They came like terrors in the night, and seemed to attack from every direction.  Tirgdale, the small village the three of you had slept in, was a smoldering ruin, and the only evidence of the enemy was the handful you had managed to kill before the raid was over.  You aren't sure what they were after, but the old village elder, Talamvore, told you to seek Orbin the White Raven in the south, as he would be able to face the legions of Balal Batrom, who had come in the night.
  
  You are left with a world of choice, as Talamvore died slowly after his message was delivered, and no other villagers remain.  The three of you must decide to head out together, or part ways.  There can be only one master of the Sword of Ages.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Vixsor Lumin: Cadith sheathes his blade, making sure that it is clean before doing so. He takes a moment to cleanse his mind of the battle frenzy that was still trying to pour it's way through his soul. He let's out a low breath through his nose and is still for a moment. He releases the hilt of the blade hung at his hip reluctantly.  "I didn't expect there to be anyone else left after that."  he says with his eyes closed, but clearly addressing the only two people who could still be counted among the living.
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conversations.value: Mazic: Talia had stood from her last prey, oddly the young not badly hurt. This was thanks to her weapon of choice, her Ward Cetus giving her health. She had been darting into darkness and attacking the enemies from the shadows. Not many were given chances to respond. Now she looked around curiously at the ruined village, biting her lip a bit.  "Guess I need to work on my style, didn't route them."  She said raising her fingers to her chin and seeming to stroke a invisible beard. The red haired maiden coming closer to Cadith, taking a small distance seeming to more be interested in studying him.  "Looks like you are a strong man... I find that... interesting"  She seemed to be more talking to herself. She was not sure if she should take heed to the request of the Elder, she had her own mission to do. But maybe this could be used as a form of training.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Vixsor Lumin: Cadith looks at Talia uncomfortably.  "Do you know of any villages to the south? I need to find this Orbin."  He says, as he begins walking around looking for supplies to carry himself through the desert.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: tigerusthegreat: Cadith's search for supplies comes up with very little.  There are a few filled waterskins and some rope.  Most of the useful things in the village have been pillaged or destroyed.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: INoKnowNames: "It's times like these that remind me why we put up with the cops."  Felix speaks out in a voice both cold yet carefree, young yet grizzled.  "Poor bastards didn't stand a chance. Think Orbin's as good as they say? Always a chance they already got him, too."  he comments, looking upon the bodies.