A journey to Abralem.
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		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: uoheinrich on August 08, 2010, 02:06:47 pm</h2>
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				Title: <strong>A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 08, 2010, 02:06:47 pm</strong>
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				Harvik was an man who could get things done. He wasn't an extremely powerful man but he was strong enough to take down a bear in one shot. He was getting tired of walking. He wish he had had enough gold to get him a horse, but then again he wouldn't have anything for himself. He nibbled on some salted beef as he walked in the general direction of the town of Abralem. He had received a letter from a relative that he needed some help in trapping some animals. Harvik wrote back that he would help but he hadn't received a letter in at least a month. Getting worried he decided to head there and see what the deal was. <br>Harvik had heard in a local tavern that there was a band of folks going around torching small farms and the like and they were pronouncing the end of the world and demanding that the people break the yoke of their human oppressors. He didn't care to understand what they were going on about and tried to ignore the more unsettling rumors. "By the Gods its hot..." He muttered before stopping underneath a tree to rest beneath its shade and finish his salted meat. He grabbed his waterskin and drank deeply. Maybe he would take a nap. It was certainly peaceful enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 08, 2010, 02:40:46 pm</strong>
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				Avis was born in the household of the wealthy Rossi family of Italy. She had lived a wealthy life style, adorned in the latest fashion, favored upon by butlers and servants, you name it. It was a lifestyle any girl dreamed up, but one Avis quickly tired of. Sitting through long lectures, acting polite to male admirers, attending festivals she did so halfheartedly upon her father's request. Through her half laden eyes of boredom, Avis would cast an eye out the window and to the sea where she dreamed to get away.<br><em>But getting away didn't seem worth it anymore.</em><br>The black plague had swept through, leaving the Rossi household in ruins. Everyone in Avis' reach had been infected and left to die upon their beds. At the time, Avis had sat and wept by her father's place of sleep where he began to close his eyes for the last time.<br>"Avis," He wheezed, "Get out of this unholy place. God has saved you for a reason, Avis. Make father proud. Go, find your uncle in Abralem."<br><br>Avis clenched her fist at the memory. It was her fault the plague came and destroyed her family. Had she not thought wishfully upon leaving, they'd still stand. It was an act of punishment brought upon Avis for her sins, Avis believes this. No, it had to be true. What other reason would a God do such a thing?<br>"Are you lost, young boy?" Inquired a man on horseback upon the road Avis choose to take to Abralem. She hesitated, and brought the fist to her chest to further hide what little she had bindied. It was dangerous for a woman to travel around in these parts. Dressing as a man was the best way to go.<br>"No, sir. I'm fine, thank you."<br>"Very well. Care of these parts, lad," With the dip of his head, the man road onward. Avis glanced at him with a sigh. Perhaps she should venture through the woods.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 08, 2010, 03:07:36 pm</strong>
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				He lay back and stretched out half in the sun half out. He felt at peace here even though he knew he should be on his guard his longbow and arrows lay out next to him. He almost wished that he had a companion to keep him company on his journey, but knew from his relative that very few people passed through there. They had also been lucky escaping the plague living far from the city and meeting people halfway to sell their goods. He remembered his letters to his family there. No one had received the plague. It had to have been a miracle, or they were just smarter than the rest of the majority of the peasants. He placed his head on his pack as he bathed in the warmth of the sun. He popped his back and neck as he felt his body loosen up a little. A nap couldn't be that harmful
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 08, 2010, 03:42:22 pm</strong>
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				"Damn," muttered Avis as she tripped over another root protruding from the ground, "perhaps traveling on the road was safer. I can't make up my mind." Avis looked over her shoulder, her mouth parted slightly in dismay. She hadn't realized how far she'd traveled in so little time. The road was no longer seen. "The woods it is."<br>Avis pulled a hood over her head, her hand close to the dagger she wielded for defense. Knowing it wouldn't stand well in most situations, Avis had no intention of putting herself out there to cause so much drama where violence would be needed. But she hesitated now upon seeing a man resting beneath the sun. A bow lay next to him so if he'd wanted to, he could kill her before she even came close. Avis didn't even understand why she questioned talking to the man.<br><em>'You have a mission, Avis. Don't throw it away for this,'</em> Avis thought and moved behind a tree. But... human companionship, Avis ached for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 08, 2010, 11:34:03 pm</strong>
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				Harvik yawned and stretched himself out. He felt like a cat but knew that he needed to be going. His relative probably wasn't doing so well at trapping. <em>Hell,</em>he thought to himself, <em>the poor guys probably trapped himself!</em>He chuckled aloud at his own amusement. He stretched one more time before getting up. He grabbed his bow that lay next to him and strung it across his back. Unfortunately, he soon realized with a loud <em>twang</em> that his bowstring snapped. He stood there and looked at the broken bow in a daze. Then his body shaking in fury he released a flurry of curses that would make a sailor blush. He grabbed the bow and held it in his hand. He began to stalk off before he smacked into a branch and let loose another flurry of curses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 08, 2010, 11:44:14 pm</strong>
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				Avis brought a hand to her mouth and blushed to such vulgar language. Some words she hadn't even heard before. Pushing the thoughts from her mind, Avis held her breath, not wanting to be spotted. <br>Daring to take a glance, Avis peeked around the tree to the man and bit her lower lip while assessing the situation. To the eye, he was weaponless, but Avis wouldn't be so dumb. What kind of man only carried a bow? Confronting him was out of the question. He'd most likely be a robber or something. Who else traveled in the woods?<br>Hiding behind the tree once more, her hand clasping tightly onto the dagger, Avis closed her eyes in waiting for him to pass. Afterward she could decide what to do, but the danger must pass first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 08, 2010, 11:55:38 pm</strong>
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				Harvik was looking around realizing he had no idea where he was. He began cursing again spouting off on how God was making jests with him by pointing him in the wrong direction and thanking Him for getting him lost. He sat himself back down and began to think. He tried to remember where the road was and then it hit him: Moss. He headed for a big tree to his left and walked around only to see a hooded figure. "Oh no...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 12:04:02 am</strong>
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				A sinking feeling gripped Avis. Too late for hiding now, but fighting didn't seem necessary quite yet. Besides, he wouldn't know she was a woman... hopefully.<br>"Ahh, master!" Avis slurred the words and bowed her head as if in shame. "I didn't mean to be spi'n on you, sir. Can I-" Avis' mind began to whirl in things to do for the man. Had he been wealthy she could perhaps clean his shoes or something, but the idea seemed ridiculous. Why clean in such a dirty place? Speaking of which, Avis wished badly to bathe... <br><em>'Snap out of it! Do a favor for the man and get out!'</em><br>"Can I offer you, umm... some bread?" Avis asked lamely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 12:15:15 am</strong>
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				He looked at the figure strangely. Whoever it was they had a queer accent and an even queerer voice. "Uh, you alright there?" He said not even paying attention to the offer of bread they had made. He wasn't even sure whether the person was male or female the voice was so strange. "Might I ask why you were spying on me?" He said in an articulate way. "And on another note don't call me sir. Do I look like a knight to you?" He said revealing the leather clothing and armor he had on. "Because I certainly don't think so." He added sarcastically.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 12:25:15 am</strong>
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				Avis clenched her fist. He was mocking her, and no one did that to people in her family. But Avis had to, in this circumstance, let it be. <br>Keeping her head bowed Avis spoke softly, "My condition is of no concern for you, and even if I hadn't have said I was spi'n, then you would have guessed it, and jumped to conclusions. Better to lie a confess and offer quick judgment, <em>sir</em>, don't you think? As for my real reasons rather then spi'n, I was shocked by finding you in the woods. And if not a knight, then a murderer." Avis let it out in a breath, not thinking about what had just came out her mouth. Moments later she regretted it.<br><em>'You've gone too far this time, Avis.'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 12:40:42 am</strong>
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				He looked at her with a face of pure shock. It didn't last long as the woodsman's face grew twisted with rage. "How dare you! You just see some person in the woods and you assume he's a murderer! By God do you think everyone is just a low down piece of shit." He stated with great anger. It had been a long time since he met someone as snobbish as this person was being. "If I didn't know any better you're probably some idiot noble who's gotten in over his head." He spit on the ground at her feet. "Hope you rot you no good for nothing waste of life." He shouldered out of his way and went back into the woods.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 12:45:19 am</strong>
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				Avis let out a growl and threw her bread at the man, landing it straight in the back of his head.<br>"You don't know anything about me, you low life nothing! And you can hope I'd rot, but I know god damn well you <em>will</em>!" Avis stood tall before the man, her blood boiling. This was it, she'd need to brace herself for his attack. Was she scared? Yes, but she wasn't about to show it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 01:30:02 am</strong>
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				He turned in shock he had finally figured it out.&nbsp; The reason that the man's voice was so high was because wasn't a man at all, it was a woman. "You're a woman aren't you..." He stated. His face showing no emotion. "Damnation," he finally said as he punched a tree. He picked up the bread and tossed it over to her. "You'll be needing that." He tried calming himself down. He was finding it quite difficult.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 01:32:48 am</strong>
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				Avis bit her lower lip, wondering how she slipped up some way, but perhaps she could put him off.<br>"Woman?! How dare you call me a woman!" Avis yelled and ran for the man, her fist held up in the air, ready to strike him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 01:44:07 am</strong>
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				Harvik sighed as he saw her coming. He ducked underneath the blow she would have dealt him and came up hard slamming his bow into her stomach. He came back around and slammed it a second time across her back, "You should never start a fight unless you intend to finish it.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 01:48:40 am</strong>
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				Avis fell into a fetal position as she gasped for air, the bow having knocked the wind out of her. She gritted her teeth as a dull pain began to form across her back and stomach. Breathing heavily, Avis made a quick move with her dagger in hand to slash at his feet. Who said she wouldn't finish it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 01:18:00 pm</strong>
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				"Ahhhg!" He screamed aloud at this unexpected retaliation. His leg had a gash in it from the womans dagger; He rolled away. "Damn it!" He cursed through gritted teeth as he looked at his wound. She had almost cut a tendon and would have made him lame. She was intentionally trying to hurt him. He pulled out a hatchet that was more used to cutting wood and was not sharp enough to cut through human flesh, but, it would have to do. He tried to get into a defensive stance
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 01:52:06 pm</strong>
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				Avis gasped and dropped her dagger, changing her mind once more. He was at a high advantage being that she was on the ground, also, convinced he was a murderer, Avis knew his skills in fighting would be better then hers. She could be the patient type and hope he didn't kill her now. If he took her against her will, then she'd have a chance to attack him at a different point.<br>Avis evaded her eyes from his as a little pink blush rose into her cheeks in an anger of being defeated by a low life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 02:15:29 pm</strong>
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				He tried to hold his stance but once he saw her drop the dagger he collapsed to the ground. "Don't finish something you can't finish.." He muttered under his breath as he knew that all he did instead of detering her was angering her. He ripped his shirt keeping an eye on her as he now tried to bind his wound quickly. "Damnit..." He began another torrent of curses some of which he threw her way for his wound.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 02:19:53 pm</strong>
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				Avis bit her lower lip and moved into a sitting position, her head becoming dizzy at the sight of blood. She'd never seen a wound like that before and it made her queezy.<br>"I think I'm going..."Avis put a hand to her temple as the woods began to spin, "I'm going to-" She didn't finish her thoughts before passing out before his feet, face first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 02:27:48 pm</strong>
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				Harvik just sat there dumb founded. "You cannot be serious...." He looked at her before finishing up bandaging his wound. He limped over to her and looked at her, removing the cloak from her. Noticing she had passed out he began to laugh heartily. He had been right it was a woman. "Oh Fates! You truly must be jesting." He dragged her over to his tree where he had been and tied her against it with a spare length of rope he had. "Now I don't have to worry about you killing me.." He muttered after he was done. He sat back down and nursed his leg before splashing some water on her. "Wake up you trouble maker.." He growled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 02:40:37 pm</strong>
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				Avis rolled her head and let out a moan.<br>"Why do I have to wake up so early? Lord Darren isn't coming till noon," Avis groaned, feeling out of place. This didn't feel like her bed. It wasn't comfortable in the slightest, nor could she move. Avis' eyes opened to a foul smell. She cringed upon looking at the man. Was that him? Or had something died farther off...<br>Where was she? This wasn't a fashionably adorned room, but a dirty woods. Avis struggled at the bindings but as her memory recalled she ceased to struggle. <em>Oh lord. Is he going to kill me now? How did I pass out?</em> Avis' eyes looked to his wrapped ankle as her stomach took a queezy turn once more. <em>Right. I did that as well...'</em><br>"I order you to let me go!" Avis said suddenly, daring to gaze into his eyes. She'd not let him think she was so weak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 02:47:09 pm</strong>
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				"Of course <em>Your Highness</em>," He sarcastically stated, not even looking at her. "Now if you would like to be able to continue speaking don't annoy me or I'll find something foul to stick in that mouth of yours." He winced as he tried to get up. The pain in his leg a raging fire, he took out some ale and drank deeply hoping it would numb the pain. "I intend to make you pay for this." He growled at her gesturing towards his leg.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 02:52:14 pm</strong>
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				"You rejected my bread," Avis said with a scowl and went to struggling at the binds once more. She kept her head down, not even wanting to look at the man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 03:01:11 pm</strong>
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				He looked at her with the look of an old man trying to argue with a young man who wasn't making any sense. "And so you attack me?!" He shook his head and breathed deeply. "Be quiet now please. I'd like to rest this wound that you gave me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 03:03:37 pm</strong>
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				"I don't listen to anyone!" Avis yelled spitefully, "now let me go, or I'll scream all day and night!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 03:10:52 pm</strong>
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				"And then the bandage wrapping up my wounded leg will be stuck in your mouth and you won't even be able to move your head. Is that clear." He looked at her dead in the face with utter seriousness. "I'm in no mood for your shit. Maybe if you're quite I'll let you go and NOT turn you into the Regional Guards."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 03:15:18 pm</strong>
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				Avis spit in his direction before looking the other way. Fine, have it his way. For now. But once she was out of her bindings... <br>Avis glanced around, wondering if he'd taken her dagger. Where had she even put it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 03:24:19 pm</strong>
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				He looked at her in disgust. "Damned Nobles thinking they can do whatever they please..." He began grumbling. Even as he laid back he grumbled and when at last he finally fell asleep he was still grumbling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 03:33:39 pm</strong>
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				Avis huffed and struggled at her bindings once more but finding it no use. The man's ties were extraordinary if he was to be good at anything. <br>Groaning once more, Avis gave up and watched him for a bit. She took notice of his breathing, and muscels. He should be healthy, aside from the wound she'd afflicted upon him. Avis wondered what she'd been thinking in the first place.<br><em>'Heat of the moment. He'd upset you, and no one ever had before.'</em> Avis sighed and rested her head back against the tree, waiting for him to wake up. But there was one thing she refused to do, and that was sleep in his presence. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 03:44:01 pm</strong>
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				He awoke an hour or so later. His leg continued to burn and he felt feverish. He tried to stand and then collapsed, his head swimming and dizzy. "Damn you..." He pointed at her his voice faint and his body trembling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 03:48:28 pm</strong>
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				Avis kept quiet, but looked at him with a somewhat pleasant look. Perhaps in thought that he was in pain? Avis' eyebrow rose slightly as she looked to the ankle once more. She'd been trained somewhat in the body, and few knew that by keeping a wound dirty will further the injury. But should she even bother to tell the man?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 03:51:33 pm</strong>
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				He saw the smirk on her face and became enraged. "YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY TO WATCH PEOPLE DIE!" He yelled in anger, but collapsed soon afterwards. His&nbsp; body wasn't ready to exert itself especially in the state he was in. "I'll.... I'll..." He collapsed again at her feet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 04:03:30 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avis let out a startled sound and made herself small against the tree. Through soft words she spoke, "You need to clean it out and rest. Granted the wound is not so terrible, these woods are filthy. Just a bit of dirt could make your cut worse. The worse it gets, the longer it will take for you to recover, if you even do that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 04:44:49 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her through feverish eyes and got right up onto her. He pulled his hatchet out and chopped the rope to pieces. He looked at her one last time before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slumped against her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 04:55:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avis closed her eyes. This was her chance now. If she left, she'd be free, with that, this man would be fevorish and perhaps die. But what for? Avis had witnessed so much death in her life lately, and God was surely punishing her by their deaths. Was this just another trial? Sighing, Avis lay the man down on his back. So many things to do with so many few resources. Avis sighed and opened up her small pack. Inside she found a small cup and a little amount of water contained. Taking this water, Avis poured it into the cup and rested it on the ground. Grabbing the man's hatched, Avis cut off part of her top at the bottom and soaked it in the water.<br><em>'Well that bit is easy. As for the fire,'</em> Avis could easily find small branches that would substain enough to boil the small cup's water. But starting the fire was something Avis had never done before. There was flint, but Avis had never used nor carried flint. Another method contained rubbing sticks together. Avis took two sticks and cast them an odd look. How could wood make fire?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 01:54:36 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Harvik's eyes snapped opened, small and dilated. "Mum..." He said in a feverish voice that sounded almost childlike, "Da, Where's mum? How can Mum be with God when she's right here?" In almost an instant his arms began flailing as he began cursing at someone who wasn't there, "Damn you! How dare you kill him!" His hands swinging a non existent sword, "NEVER! I'LL NEVER BE LIKE YOU!" And just as soon as fever dream began it ended again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 02:20:12 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wiping at her forehead, Avis looked down to the small fire burning beneath the cup. Now to wait for it to boil. Avis sighed and squeezed at her neck in a massaging way before the man began to dream. She blinked in surprise to the man, and wondered if she should back up from him. With his violent waving arms, he could hurt her. His nightmares, however, ended quickly as did the need for Avis to move.<br>Avis frowned and took a wettened rag to place over his head. The water hadn't boiled yet, so this rag would just cool him down. As for the ankle...<br>Avis' stomach took another turn and she closed her eyes to regain strength. Breathing slowly, Avis waited for the water to boil. Being such a small cup, it didn't take too long. Opening her eyes, Avis removed the dirty bandages and looked away while putting on the sanitary ones from the water. Fastening the last knot in a sturdy wrap, Avis bathed the dirty ones in the cup before leaning back into the tree and closing her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 09:03:01 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Harvik laid there he continued to have feverish dreams but soon he began to cool down. He opened his eyes momentarily, barely keeping his consciousness. "Thank......you.." He said in an extremely weak voice to her, she had not let him die and he now owed her. He owed a woman something, inwardly he grinned at the irony.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 09:30:22 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avis opened her eyes to the man and bit her lower lip for a second before speaking.<br>"I think you should continue to sleep. You still don't look so well," Avis muttered and moved closer to press her fingers to his forehead. "You're warm, but not burning hot. It's best to rest up a bit and regan yourself."<br>Avis wondered though if it was safe for them to dally about though. She didn't know the country side, and what kind of bad people that may be hiding within it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 09:44:33 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded his head and motioned towards his lips like he was drinking since his throat hurt badly. He shivered as his body began to regain control of itself. He then crossed himself and reached for his rosary and clasped it in a white knuckle grip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 10:04:53 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avis stood and brought the man her container of water. She kneeled next to him and lifed his head back, putting the container to his lips.<br>"Here, drink this. It's the last of my water," Avis whispered sweetly and stroked his forehead gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 10:32:49 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up at her his eyes watery and fearful at being at her mercy. He drank slowly but deeply but never kept his eyes off of her somewhat suspicious even though she was soothing to him. He drank only half of what she gave him before pushing it away gently. "Thank you..." He weakly said as he began to slowly fall asleep again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 10:44:39 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(123 post :D)<br><br>Avis sighed and put the container next to him. If he wanted more he could have it.<br>Avis went back to the tree and leaned against its rough bark. What had she gotten herself into? She helped a strange man, one that may have killed people. Or perhaps he intended to kill her. Avis had decided to always be wary of this man and if he did try something, she'll rehimind him who saved his life. For now, however, he was helpless. As was she, unless she got some sleep. Moving down to the ground, Avis closed her eyes to sleep beneath the tree.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 10:59:34 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He awoke the next day, his fever gone, yet instead there was a massive headache. He held his head and looked around, his stuff lay in a pile next to him. He looked at her sleeping, he thought of tying her back up and then shook his head. He grabbed a few of his waterskins and went to a nearby creek. He came back an hour or so later with full waterskins. He tossed one onto the girls lap and sat down directly across from her. "Hey," he said nursing his wound.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 11:03:32 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avis jumped awake, and lifted her hand to strike anyone near.<br>"Oh... It's you," She sighed and rested her hand down. Breathing in deeply, Avis closed her eyes and leaned her head against the tree. Boy, was her body sore. Avis now began to miss her bed, her servants, her freshly made food... her sister... her-<br>Avis cut off the thought and pulled her knees to her chest to bury her head in as to not let the man see her tears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 11:12:08 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her curiously, "Hey... Are you ok?" He didn't know anybody to go into the futile position and be fine. "Hey what's the matter?" He moved closer to her touching her lightly on the shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 11:25:20 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?" Avis wiped away her tears quickly and looked up at him. "No, I'm fine," She muttered with a tender smile, "Honest." Avis hoped the smile looked convincing enough, but deep down inside, Avis ached. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 11:32:41 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her unconvinced but he'd leave it. Instead he changed the subject, "Why'd you do it?" He referred to the ankle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 11:36:07 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This man was digging into her personal life without even knowing it. Avis half told the truth to him.<br>"It's a sin to let a man that should survive to die if you can do something about it. I was told this growing up," Avis looked away from him. She felt this way, but what she didn't say was there would also be the guilt that would follow her knowing it was her fault her family was dead as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 11:39:31 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was never taught that at the monastery..." He said thinking before pulling a weathered Bible from amidst his belonging. "I've read this cover to cover and haven't seen it in there before either." He flipped it open and looked at a few pages.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 11:41:52 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There is one such story where a wounded man lies on the side of the road and two rich people pass him by to die. A poor person comes and takes care of him, this is where the beliefs come." Avis explained, continuing to avert her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 11:46:35 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh. I know that story." He nodded in agreement as he closed his Bible and put it back in his belongings. He winced a little as he tried to stand. "Damnation!" He grabbed his longbow with the broken string and leaned against it as a crutch. "So then, Why were you out here in the first place?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 11:50:42 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Abralem," Avis muttered, "It's where my uncle resides."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 10, 2010, 11:54:54 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Truly, I have a relative that lives out there. He asked me to help him with some troublesome wolves." He thought for a second, "Have you heard of that strange cult that's been troubling some of the local villages?" He was hoping that maybe she had heard something other than what he had.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 12:01:23 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A cult?" Avis looked to him in surprise. "No, I thought that my uncle would be-" <em>'rich... live in a big house and adorn me once more.'</em> <br>"Never mind. No, I had no idea there was a cult around here," Avis held onto her sides and looked about the forest, worried about hex's being put upon her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 12:20:59 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh..." He said slightly disappointed. "Well I don't know about you but I don't want to be found by them." He began to pick his belongings up. "I'm heading to Abralem now," he gave her a look that suggested safety in numbers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 12:26:48 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can I go with you?" Avis blurted out, looking up to him. She didn't want to be left behind either in such a terrifying place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 12:31:58 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course," He said taken aback by her blurting out. "Besides, I don't think I can do much in a fight alone against multiple opponents..." He said looking down at his leg. "Come on then. Let's be off, I'd rather not stay in the same place two days in a row..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 12:38:54 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avis stood quickly and picked up what few items she had brought.<br>"Makes sense," Avis averted her eyes once more and walked behind him, "I'm sorry... by the way," she muttered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 12:55:51 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You made up for it..." He said looking back at her. "Don't worry about it... I egged you on..." He continued to use his bow as a crutch as they walked through the forest. He took extra care not to trip over anything lest it would hurt his leg.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 01:00:21 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avis followed in his path, looking around at the scenery. The only wildlife she spotted every once in awhile was a bird flying from tree to tree. Birds had always fancied Avis. She was envious of their wings and ability to fly. There were many times Avis would stare out the window and wonder what it was like to fly while in her lecture sessions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 01:06:17 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched as quail and pheasant flew about them. He grumbled about his broken bow saying that if it wasn't broken they could eat something decent and other such things. They walked for at least three hours before Harvik sat down hard. "It's hurting to much... I need to stop..." He said rubbing his leg, the sweat glistening off of his brow and arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 01:15:09 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avis frowned and squatted next to him.<br>"I don't know what else to do for it. I guess taking a break would be the best option now... Here, do you want some bread now?" Avis reached into her pack and brought out a few slices of bread.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 01:28:02 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure," He said taking a slice and slowly nibbling on it so that way it would seem more filling when he finished it. "It'll be a while before we can get anything good to eat so I suggest we eat as little as possible..." He said frowning slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 01:30:40 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avis nodded and and nibbled on a bit of her bread.<br>"What is your name?" Avis asked, realizing she hadn't asked before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 01:42:27 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had completely forgotten about introductions, "Uh... My ... uh name is... Harvik." He said bashfully as he felt stupid for not doing this earlier. "And yours?" He said looking over at her feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 01:50:17 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Avis Rossi," Avis tilted her head to the side slightly and smiled to him gently. "It's nice to meet you, Harvik."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 01:56:14 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah... The pleasure is mine..." He said awkwardly before leaning back and continued to munch on his bread. "So you're Uncle eh? Not a convent?" He spoke his thoughts aloud before realizing what he had said, "I.. I didn't mean it like that!" He quickly tried to correct himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 02:05:26 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't take offense," Avis muttered and looked over to the horizon, "I don't know my uncle at all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 12:48:37 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh.... I don't know my relative that much either. I've met them a few times when they would come visit me at the monastery but that was it. Father Alguin always said that just because they're kin doesn't mean that they are righteous." He said this while looking at his rosary and clenching it again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 01:05:57 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avis bit her lower lip in worry.<br>"You think it's best we stood away then?" Avis became concerned. Perhaps her uncle was a crazy man as Harvik may be implying. An overwhelming sense of security began to nestle within her. <br><em>'Father would want you to continue'</em> .... <em>But I'm scared...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 04:23:29 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No we have our reasons for being there. We must get there. Besides, I'm sure you're uncle is a fine man. Just don't trust everyone is what I was trying to say." He shook his head at her. "Don't over think things too much."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 04:34:59 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Gratz! Welcome to, E! ^^)<br><br>"Sorry," Avis frowned and nibbled on her bread further. Her father had always taught her to question things and think for herself. It was something most girls were frowned upon to do, but Avis thanked her father for doing this for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 05:50:17 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't apologize for everything too." He was getting annoyed with that. He hated people who apologized for every little thing, it showed lack of a backbone. "You need to act like you when we first met. Except be real." He added for effect.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 06:06:18 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avis furrowed her brow.<br>"The only reason I acted so was because I was mad. I speak clearly and politely, that's the way I was raised," Avis turned to look at him. He'd dislike that, wouldn't he? But he probably couldn't understand that she needed time if he wished her to become rough edged. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 06:28:27 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So you were raised a noble? That would explain a lot." He looked back at her with a look of amusement on his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 11, 2010, 06:46:56 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avis scowled.<br>"Is it <em>really </em>that obvious?" She asked while lifting her hood over her head once more to cover her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 12, 2010, 01:43:44 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed, "Unfortunately for you yes. I was raised in a monastery. I was used to nobility coming in and out all the time. You'd be surprised how many more sins come from one noble than twenty commoners." He added as he checked his wound again. It was feeling better so he stood. "Come on, we have a few hours of daylight left so I suggest we continue to move..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 12, 2010, 08:37:53 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avis was taken aback a bit, and wondered if he prodded at the fact that she may have sinned. Checking his wound after saying nobles sinned made Avis tense. <br>The thought passed as he stood. She followed his rise and came behind him once more to follow in his footsteps. <br>"Alright," Avis nodded.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 12, 2010, 12:31:19 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took them a few hours before they heard the sound of a river. "We'll rest here, tomorrow we follow the river downstream, Abralem should be 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 12, 2010, 12:32:49 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took them a few hours before they heard the sound of a river. "We'll rest here, tomorrow we follow the river downstream, Abralem should be downstream from this point." He began to set up camp as best he could, he pulled out his bedroll and pillow and set them up underneath a tree.<br><br>((EDIT))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 12, 2010, 01:24:33 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avis watched Harvik's bed set in slight embaresment. Here stood a noble who would sleep on the ground, as one who was not slept confortably. She blushed slightly, wondering what he would think of her.<br>Avis sat next to a tree, leaning against its bark while pulling her bag close to her chest.<br>"Rest sounds lovely now," Avis muttered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 12, 2010, 02:58:35 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked over to her. "Is that how you plan on resting? That's gonna hurt when you wake up. Do you not have a bedroll?" He stopped what he was doing as he turned to rest his leg. "Besides we'll freeze unless we get a fire going."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 12, 2010, 05:34:20 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've slept like this the past few nights," Avis uttered, "It's not too bad. As for the fire, do you want me to go find some sticks?" Avis asked as she rose.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 12, 2010, 05:37:53 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes please. Sticks will help start it but we need branches and logs to keep it going..." He said standing and pulling a spade from his pack began to dig a fire pit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 12, 2010, 05:42:37 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright," Avis nodded and made her way not far from camp, collecting sticks. She brought them back and set them next to the hole. "I'm going to go look for some logs now," Avis said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 12, 2010, 05:54:41 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighed as he realized he needed some dry material to start the fire. He went over to his pillow and ripped it open pulling out enough straw to start the fire. He placed it inside and then carefully stacked the twigs they would easily burn by the fire he made. He grabbed his flint and steel and began to strike it. It took about ten minutes before he got the fire going. He kept adding the twigs and sticks to the pile to keep it going.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 12, 2010, 07:02:14 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Here, I found some logs!" Avis said, pleased with herself. She set them down next to the fire and wiped dirt off of her hands. "The fire's looking impressive," Avis smiled. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 12, 2010, 07:13:26 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her incredulously. "Thanks.." he said before grabbing some and laying them on the fire. "Are you sure that you're fine to sleep against the tree? Do you have a blanket or anything?" He said with a hint of concern. "I have an extra one if you need it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2010, 11:56:56 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You don't need it?" Avis asked. She didn't want to take something of his, besides, he was the one injured, not her. He'd need better rest than she would anyway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2010, 01:49:21 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I usually will use it if it's fall or winter. Not the middle of summer. You can use it." He said digging it out of his pack and tossing it to her. "When we get to Abralem I would appreciate it if you'd give it back to me. I do tend to travel a lot." He stirred the fire around before grabbing an arrow and walking towards the river. "I'll see if I can't get us anything..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2010, 06:07:29 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Avis nodded to him, and pulled the blanket over herself. She leaned against the tree, watching the flames dance. Avis missed home. The place that wasn't all trees in dirt. The place where she could have servants wait on her with her father looking down upon her with pride. She missed her family.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 14, 2010, 02:24:06 am</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He splashed in the river for two hours before finally coming back with two small trout. "This is all I could get...." He looked disappointingly at the two. He had nearly frozen in the river and he had little to show for it. He had already disemboweled them and were already spitted to roast over the fire. He knew these arrows would become useless, unfortunately for him he had no other use for them since his bowstring had broken. "This should last us at least until tomorrow morning..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sairin</strong> on <strong>August 14, 2010, 12:46:19 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you've done nicely," Avis offered him a smile, "Far better then what I could ever do." Her hunting skills were lacking as were most of her athletic skills but Avis made up for it in her knowledge. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A journey to Abralem.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>August 14, 2010, 06:34:32 pm</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivered. "Hardly, that's probably not even enough for two small children...." He shivered harder moving closer to the fire to warm himself after getting drenched in the river. "I hope it doesn't get any cooler... I'd rather not have to sleep out of my clothes...." He hugged himself to try and keep in the heat.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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