The Reality of Fantasy ((LoganCreed and Kyrsa
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				Title: <strong>The Reality of Fantasy ((LoganCreed and Kyrsa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 10:26:07</strong>
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				As he walks home from the club a few dollars richer then when he went in he ponders how it got to this point. A 27 year old musician without a steady job, yeah the clubs like to have him in sometimes and he can usually find a bit of studio work filling in for guys in other bands but no band of his own no steady gigs just part time club work and crappy part time jobs at food places or other service industries things that no one wants. And he didn't even want to think about the romance department right now, tall, thin, with long dark hair that hung down to his ass, he wasn't bad looking but he wasn't gorgeous either, and while the whole band thing got him some interesting looks sometimes it had been a long time since he had truly sparked with someone. He was just a bit unsure of himself right now, he knew he wasn't&nbsp; stupid but not overly intelligent, geeky without direction, he had tried collage but it just didn't work for him didn't go far but not for lack of trying just didn't click. Well he pondered as he opened the door in his apartment to be greeted by his collection of second hand fantasy novels, anime dvd's and graphic novels, at least he had a roof over his head and his fandom stuff for now. Moving into the bathroom he flicks on a light and jumps back with a yelp. In the middle of the floor there is a odd silver puddle of...goo is the best word he can think of, looks kinda like the liquid metal from T2. Taking out his cell phone he stats to call 911 only to have the little black box slip out of his grasp and slide across the floor landing next to the puddle. Growling as he inches closer thinking of how much the stupid phone costs and feeling embarrassed to be scared of a puddle for pete sake he snatches the phone, a grin of victory turns into a cry of surprise as his feet slide out from under him. The last thing he sees before the darkness is the silver puddle filling his vision.<br>Waking up some unknown amount of time later naked and covered in silver goop he looks around finding himself the middle of a small clearing in trees that are big enough to put redwoods to shame. Putting a hand down to get up and finding spongy ground instead of linoleum floors he blinks a bit owlishly. Seeing the goop he springs to his feet finding himself naked he yelps, the forest, as if it hadn't realized you were there before goes silent. "Ok lets see I'm naked...in a forest covered in silver goop...maybe a head wound" *reaching up he feels around on his skull for tender spots finding none he bites his bottom lip. Looking around he finds himself with no idea what the heck to do, that's when he notices the silver stuff sinking into his skin and vanishing, as he yells and dances around he finds it all gone his skin looking fine. Touching himself in a few places and finding no damage he shrugs deciding if he's dead, dying or locked up somewhere in the giggle bin then so be it but he would be damned if he was going to walk around this place with his dork hanging out. Watching where he steps he starts to explore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Reality of Fantasy ((LoganCreed and Kyrsa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 03:04:14</strong>
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				Dawn was long past, the light filling the cerulean sky.&nbsp; It was a blessed day, no clouds or portents to mar the view.&nbsp; With some height Thala could have seen for miles, not that it would help her at the moment.&nbsp; The trees were a thick canopy above her head, leaving her in the perpetual gloom of the underbrush.&nbsp; She resisted the urge to look up, knowing that to search for the sunlight would but blind her, leaving her unable to track her prey.&nbsp; <br><br>She was a lithe woman, but with the curves that put the other women of her tribe to shame.&nbsp; Not that it mattered out here… she’d been tracking her prey for weeks.&nbsp; Living off of the land, sleeping only a few hours a night.&nbsp; The visions of her people, of what the outsiders had done to them, spurred her on and kept her going even when the abuse she was heaping upon her body became enough for her to wish for nothing more than sleep.&nbsp; They had stolen that which did not belong to them.&nbsp; That which had been her peoples for generations.&nbsp; No one else was left to retrieve it, no one else was left who could avenge the wrongs done to her tribe, her family. <br><br>She heard a sound in the distance, something out of place… a sixth sense that told her that the woods had changed without her knowledge.&nbsp; She brushed her fiery red hair out of her face.&nbsp; The unruly waves refused to stay in the braid that trailed down her back almost to her waist, moving in her vision as her forest green eyes scanned the woods around her.&nbsp; <br><br>She heard it again, a muted sound in the distance… It couldn’t be the ones she sought; their trail was cold, weeks old.&nbsp; Curiosity pulled her off the trail.&nbsp; She moved silently through the forest, the trees hiding her as she neared a clearing, a small frown forming on her brow as she watched the strange… man.&nbsp; He was pale, pale like the outsiders… thin, but his hair was long, not shorn like those she was looking for.&nbsp; An enigma… it couldn’t hurt to watch the man, his disoriented movements drawing her eyes down his naked form, the silver substance that clung to his skin like nothing she had ever seen before. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Reality of Fantasy ((LoganCreed and Kyrsa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 04:52:11</strong>
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				The clearing seemed to be about as big as a city block, the trees looked like skyscrapers with leaves. Where the hell was he?? searching the ground where he woke up got him no where, no clothes, no phone, even his jewelry was gone.&nbsp; Well nothing for it but into the woods at this point. He hesitated on the edge of the tree line peering into the forest. He was a city boy at heart hadn't been near any woods since his boy scout days. And defiantly nothing like these. They felt so...wild. Even the woods at home so long ago had a tame feeling to them, but this place..."Great I'm going to get eaten by a sabertooth tiger or something I just know it. <br><br>Shaking his head he started to pick his way as carefully as he could through the underbrush. The lack of shoes was really starting to piss him off when he thought he head voices. "Oh thank the goddess" moving forward he broke through the foliage and into a camp site. Sitting their backs to him as he nosily entered the camp where 4 large green humanoids huddled over the remains of what looked like half eaten people. As one they turned when he appeared and grinned feral grins showing large pointed teeth. He noticed all of this before a yelp escaped his lips and he spun on his heels running back through the forest sceaming for all he was worth "SHIT HELP MONSTERS, FIRE, FIRE FIRE HELP DAMN IT " his mind was working in a panic as he ran. Great, I'm going to get eaten by rejects from WoW can this get any worse. <br><br>Looking around for a low hanging branch he hoped he could snag and hoist himself up into a tree and get away from the lumbering monsters he heard stopping behind him. "CRAP HELP FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODDESS SOMEONE ANYONE WHERE THE HELL IS MADD MARDIGAN WHEN YOU NEED HIM, STRYDER ANYONE FUCKKKKKKK" breaking back into the clearing he looked around panicked and moved towards the other side as quickly as he could hearing the beasts just a few yards behind him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Reality of Fantasy ((LoganCreed and Kyrsa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 23:26:51</strong>
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				She followed the strange man, realizing long before he did what he was about to run into.&nbsp; How he couldn’t smell them she didn’t know, their stench invading her senses long before he actually stumbled into the goblins.&nbsp; The amount of noise he made as he turned and ran, screaming at the top of his lungs had the potential to bring every predator within miles running towards them, searching for such easily frightened prey.<br><br>She turned to go, it was no business of hers.&nbsp; The outsider was no friend, in fact he was most likely an enemy, she owed him nothing.&nbsp; She was walking away when something he screamed caught her attention, making her turn back in time to see the four hulking monsters chasing after his fleeing form. He’d invoked the Goddess… one of <em>them</em> would never have done such a thing.&nbsp; It made her hesitate, her instincts telling her just to walk away, that it wasn’t any of her business.&nbsp; Her curiosity however… her curiosity turned her towards the fleeing figures.<br><br>She slipped through the woods without a sound, the brush underfoot barely disturbed by her passing.&nbsp; She was faster than the goblins, and knew the woods far better.&nbsp; It was a place of her people and the forest welcomed her with open arms as she dashed through the dense undergrowth.&nbsp; She caught up to the goblins, one of them slower, lagging behind the others… easy prey.<br><br>She pulled her dagger from its leather sheath, the creature turning at the last minute, seeing her out of the corner of his eye.&nbsp; It wasn’t enough, he didn’t even have a chance to scream as she imbedded the blade in his neck, only a soft gurgling sound marking his death.&nbsp; Before his heart could beat it’s last she was off again, the woods swallowing her into their darkness as she pursued the Goblins… who had yet to even realize that they were prey. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Reality of Fantasy ((LoganCreed and Kyrsa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 23:55:20</strong>
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				Spotting a large branch he scooped it up with a grunt lifting it as high as he could and facing the ....three monsters? he eyed them warily wondering if maybe the fourth one was sneaking up behind him. He watched them get closer eager gleams in their eyes as they licked wicked looking teeth. "Ok look you guys you don't want to eat me, i'm tough and stringy, don't taste good, I'm also poisonous to ...what ever the hell you are and I'm sure that Madd Mardigan or Stryder or some other hero is bound to wonder through here on their way to do other deeds of daring due and smite you for eating me so why not just shoo and let me be" he kept backing up scanning the tree praying to see a way to scale one of them. He hadn't climbed a tree since he was a kid but he doubted there was a better option here for him. <br><br>Seeing his death stalking towards him on think green legs he started a prayer to the Goddess for it to be over quickly so he might join her and be at peace "Well at least I'll have an interesting story to tell the rest of the geeks and Wiccan "Hi there I'm David nice to meet you, oh how did I die? Well I fell into this weird glowing puddle and got eaten by trolls, more then likely I was just hallucinating and wondered into traffic and got hit by a car what about you?" swallowing hard he prepared to meet his goddess a prayer on his lips his blood pounding in his ears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Reality of Fantasy ((LoganCreed and Kyrsa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 23:20:08</strong>
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				Thala slipped through the trees, almost surprised when she caught up to them so easily, until she saw the stranger holding a stick.&nbsp; As if that paltry limb would do any good against the Goblins circling him hungrily.&nbsp; She did however admire the fact that he was going to fight until the end instead of lay down and die.&nbsp; <br><br>She stayed out of sight for as long as possible as she stalked them, getting within fifteen feet of the creatures before her cover gave way to open ground.&nbsp; She didn’t have a choice; she would have to trust in her skill, speed and surprise to see her to the end of this battle.&nbsp; With a cry she charged out from behind the trees, half crouched to the ground more like an animal than something that walked upright, making herself less of a target as her blade cut into the first of them, blood so dark that it might as well have been black spraying from the Goblin’s chest as she drew the blade up through his flesh.&nbsp; His body was still falling to the ground as the others turned to face her, the man forgotten as they circled cautiously, dull intelligence glinting in their eyes.<br><br>She gave them a feral smile, her teeth bright against her blue tinted skin, the color subtle, mixed with the more natural ivory and tan so that the blue color only seemed to show when the sunlight that filtered in through the trees caressed her skin. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 01:29:51</strong>
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				Not seeing her till the very last second he wasn't sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, the blood spaying through the penetrated the haze of fear and unreality that he was in. It hit him across the face and chest filling his nose with the scent of copper as the warm viscera and gore dripped down his body. He turned trying to follow the other creatures movements as she cut into the trolls cutting them down like wheat in the field. Not sure that this was a better situation he backed off hoping to stay out of the way and perhaps be forgotten the tree branch clutched so tightly in one hand that its rough bark cut into his palm. <br><br>When she finished the final one with a wet thunk he was standing at the edge of the clearing ready to run back into the forest death trap or not, at least that was unknown danger, this danger was confusing, blue..and tan with red hair? he eyed her clothing and stance "great...I've been saved by a Vellaro panting come to life, any second now the luck dragon will descend out of the sky and the movie can really start." He eyed her warily and kept his distance his muscles tensing to flee as he waiting for her to notice him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Reality of Fantasy ((LoganCreed and Kyrsa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 09:35:08</strong>
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				She took a moment to wipe her blade on the closest body before driving it into the scabbard by feel, never bothering to look at it.&nbsp; She squatted down and searched each body, finding nothing of value.&nbsp; Their weapons were poor quality, the children of her tribe could have made better.&nbsp; It wasn’t surprising, the creatures relied on brute force, not finesse or weapons skill.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally she turned to look at the stranger, her eyes running from his head to his feet.&nbsp; He really wasn’t much to look at… attractive in a pampered kind of way, but he needed to put on muscle and learn how to defend himself.&nbsp; With a small sigh Thala reached down and picked up one of the Goblin’s short swords, leaving it in the scabbard as she walked towards the man.&nbsp; Stopping well out of arms reach she tossed it on the ground at his feet before she went back to one of the bodies and removed it’s cloak, having to roll the body off of the fabric. <br><br>Once she had it free she walked back to the strange man and held it out, meeting his eyes for the first time.&nbsp; “You’ll need it…”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 14:32:20</strong>
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				Tilting his head to one side he blinked then chuckled a bit an edge of mania turning it into a giggle "oh of course, she speaks English because otherwise the audience has to read the sub titles and besides our plucky hero needs understand the barbarian...." *he looks you up and down* "Hmmm I would say either princess or perhaps head warrior of her father the tribe leaders hunters and warriors, because after all that's what the story calls for here I think, depending on the author of course " <br><br>Again that giggle as he looked over her shoulder at the carnage and promptly paled the smell finally hitting him. Turning on his heels with a tight smile he moved three paces away and threw up into the bushes. It was one thing to slay orc and trolls and such in video games or while rolling dice, it was another to smell the blood and other stinks brought on by killing something. Spitting a few times to clear the taste out of his mouth he moved back in front of her and took the cloak out of her hand folding it in half he tied it around his waist so it looked a bit like a kilt in some ways. Eyeballing the sword he hefted it and swung it around before sighing and looking at her "Look I don't know who you are or where the hell I am but I don't do swords, the minute I start swinging this thing around I'm going to kill someone, probably myself. So if you could just tell me where the nearest portal back to L.A. is I'll get out of your hair. " that tight grin lifts one corner of his mouth again "Or barring a magical portal there is always the inevitable witch queen that lives near these parts? Powerful and wise more then likely beautiful like a naked blade but no man will court her because of her scary powers and of course if I'm not mistaken the societies around here are probably all male dominated with backwards ideas on equality and women, with the exception of your clan I'm guessing?" <br><br>Sighing he pinches the bridge of his nose "I'm lost in a Mercedes Lacky book I just know it. Your going to turn out to be a princess or married to your blade, I mean just look at you, gorgeous like you stepped out of a Velaro poster, and probably smart and sensitive too" again that tense fragile laugh as tears start streaming down his face he looks up into the heavens. " Yep I'm in the giggle barn, finally lost my mind, to much stress from crappy jobs and no women in my life, next time I loose it i should make sure I show up with pants and an instrument at least so I can play some Zeplin or at least some Lenon." he stares into the sky the tears falling as he tries to figure out what the hell to do now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Reality of Fantasy (LoganCreed and Kyrsa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 01:11:37</strong>
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				She simply watched him, listening to the insanity that slipped out of his lips like drops of rain before a downpour.&nbsp; Her curiosity might not be worth the pain and trouble that the stranger could bring to her life.&nbsp; She should have just stayed away.&nbsp; Unfortunately she had saved his life… that made her responsible for him.&nbsp; Her honor would not allow her to walk away and leave him unprepared for the world around him.&nbsp; What kind of man didn’t know how to use a sword? <br><br>Half of the words didn’t make any sense to her, she simply dismissed them without another thought.&nbsp; “You are a strange man… I do not know this LA you mention.” <br><br>She gathered the few things she could use and bundled them in another cloak, throwing it over her shoulder.&nbsp; She wore little herself, her armor was scant, the leather covering only the vital areas, leaving her free to move.&nbsp; Speed and dexterity were her weapons, heavy clothes or armor would do nothing but hamper her movement.&nbsp; As the season changed the cloak would come in handy, a blanket when she could sleep if nothing else.&nbsp; She feared that her quest would take far longer than she might wish.&nbsp; <br><br>“Where is this LA? What people do you hail from?” she asked.&nbsp; Perhaps she could let him accompany her part of the way… she couldn’t very well leave him here; he would be dead in a matter of days. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 08:28:01</strong>
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				He laughed again, it was becoming habit as he listened too her. "Of course you don't know L.A. your either an alien fantasy princess or a really good cos player and I'm not counting on the later so. " he took a deep breath and tried to steady his world view. " L.A. is a huge city many many many miles from this place, its where I come from on a planet called Earth or Terra if you prefer " he started to pace as he talked running a hand through his hair.<br><br>"As to my people we don't really think in such terms anymore, I suppose I would be lowborn, common as I'm assuming your vernacular would dub me. I can't fight, I don't hunt, no track, I'm a stranger here I don't even know what is safe to eat or drink, let alone where to step in order to survive, I have no real skill sets to draw off of besides music and the kind I play would most likely not be to your liking, even if I did have an instrument. So that is who I am Oh princess of the Barbarian people that I'm sure are a lovely bunch that won't want to kill or enslave me for being a strange white boy from the wrong side of the tracks. So Goddess bless you and now a moment." kneeling down he put his head to the earth and tried to catch his breath. The air here was a bit strange in his lungs, it felt like he had just run a marathon, it was probably just all the excitement, after all one didn't run away from ones impending eating every day, well one didn't in L.A. <br><br>After a moment he felt a bit better not quite as light headed and looked up at her a weak grin on his lips "Ok princess I'm ready to go now" 
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				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 23:26:13</strong>
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				He was insane; there was no other explanation for his erratic behavior.&nbsp; Perfect… she was now responsible for a man who should have been locked away in one of the others stone towers.&nbsp; If he had been one of her people he would have been seen to long before he got to this point, normally soul sickness like his was noticeable from a young age.&nbsp; She momentarily considered taking care of it herself, but her honor forbade her from taking his life now that she had saved it.&nbsp; She didn’t need that dark mark on her soul; there were enough of them there already.<br><br>“I’ll take you as far as a settlement then… after that if you would like to keep traveling with me you will have to be able to pull your own weight, I cannot afford a mere boy slowing me down,” Thala said, not that he looked young, but he admitted to knowing nothing about the world or how to survive.&nbsp; How had he managed for this long?<br><br>She turned and started back the way she’d come at a trot, eating the distance quickly.&nbsp; She wanted to check the bodies of the people the Goblins had originally been feeding upon.&nbsp; Perhaps they would hold something useful… at the least more clothing for the man behind her, he would grow cold once he suns began to set. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 08:35:25</strong>
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				He sighed at her obvious disdain knowing he was probably worthless in her mind. Great pre industrial society, he was so screwed, all he could do was play music, well at least he was in something resembling shape...at least he was at home, walking everywhere kept him lean and his stamina was good, he doubted he was what they considered fit here though.&nbsp; Standing on shaky legs he moved after her trying not to watch the way her muscles played under her exotic blue hued skin.<br><br>Looking around a soft song came to his lips as he kept one eye on her. Americas "Horse with no name" it seemed somehow appropriate here, his fingers itched for a guitar to put cords to words his playing better then what was in his mind only an average voice, he sang quietly as he walked trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do. Well if nothing else maybe there was a tavern he could find work at, or some place that needed cleaning, its amazing what kinds of skills you can fake when you need to eat. All the Ren fair skills weren't going to save him now, there was a huge difference between make a chain shirt or leather boots for rennies another to make boots that would stand up to everyday walking or armor that would actually stop a sword. <br><br>His mood sank with each step the music changing to something softer as he sang John Lennons Imagine a song that always tugged at his heart. His eyes on his feet as he tried not to step on anything sharp.
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				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 00:07:02</strong>
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				<em>What have you gotten yourself into Thala? He’s going to slow you down more than you can afford and you know it.&nbsp; Can’t hunt, can’t handle a sword, what good is he?</em> she thought, sighing to herself as she slowed, glancing around before altering their direction slightly.&nbsp; <em>At least he was able to keep up somewhat…</em><br><br>The sound of his humming gave her pause, though he didn’t seem to notice as she glanced back towards him with a thoughtful look on her face.&nbsp; Music was usually more of a feminine talent, but that wasn’t always the case.&nbsp; She couldn’t even begin to place the tune, she’d never heard anything quite like it, but she couldn’t help the small smile that touched her lips as she listened and walked.&nbsp; Perhaps he wouldn’t be as useless as she thought; many people would pay if his voice was as pleasant as it sounded when he hummed.&nbsp; Maybe she could find a safe place to leave him after all.&nbsp; <br><br>They reached the clearing a few moments later, the smell of the half eaten bodies reaching her nose and making it wrinkle with distaste long before they actually reached the gore covered swath of forest.&nbsp; She went about her work without a word, searching the bodies and their packs for anything useful.&nbsp; &nbsp;She glanced at his feet and found a man whose shoes appeared to be close to the right size. With a hard tug she pulled them off and threw them in his direction. <br><br>“I’m called Thala… not princess by the way,” she said absently as she went through another pack and smiled throwing the entire thing at him.&nbsp; “Clothes.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>LoganCreed</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 08:30:42</strong>
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				When they made it to the clearing he was glad he had already thrown up. The smell hit him like a wall, the sight turned him pale, no sentient creature should ever be made to look like...turning he sucked in air through his mouth wishing he had some vics to put under his nose, a trick one of his cop buddies told him about, apparently it blocked out the smell of death.<br><br>Taking the bag he moved behind a tree but kept her in sight as he riffled through it and paused at the clothing with in. Not to mention the boots, but beggars and choosers and all that. Sliding off the make shift kilt he slipped the breaches he found in the huge pack up his legs and into place before fishing the black poets shirt out and slipping that on as well. The lack of socks made him wince foreseeing blisters from a pair of boots not tailored to him, but he put them on despite all of that. <br><br>Digging around under the extra clothing he found in the bag he stumbled across a real treasure. At the bottom of the pack a mandolin sat buried under the clothing a top it. Taking it out he smiled as he ran his hands over it, beat up, but well loved by the look of it.&nbsp; Taking a moment to tune it he ran his fingers down the strings and smiled as the notes rang out clear and pure from the silver cords. Doing some fine tuning he finally nodded and started to play softly, Stairway to heaven flowed from his finger tips as the words found his lips his voice soft as he sang the famous song his fingers bringing out the power of the cords, it was odd he thought briefly as his finger flew across the strings, he must be hearing things the old beat up mandolin sounded almost like the old stratacaster he had at home, it was his favorite out of all those he had owned through out the years, and despite its beat up facade it sang with his soul when he played it. Loosing himself in the music again he played on. 
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				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 23:22:19</strong>
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				She finished searching the rest of the bodies, tucking the coin away in the too thin purse at her side before she stood and gave him a considering glance.&nbsp; She did not recognize the music, which was odd, her tribe had always welcomed the bards no matter from whence they came.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of course she had never heard of this LA he claimed to be from either.&nbsp; <br><br>“Come along, we need to be moving… I want to be well away from here before nightfall.&nbsp; The blood will draw every scavenger and predator for miles around…” she said as she turned and headed back towards the almost non-existent trail she had been following before this stranger had dropped so suddenly into her path.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I would suggest that you not play until we make camp… you do not want to draw undo attention to us at the moment.&nbsp; There could be more of the Goblin’s out here simply waiting for prey to wander by.”<br><br>She glanced back to make sure he was coming, slightly disappointed that it was not safe for him to play.&nbsp; It had been weeks since she had heard anything so pleasant.&nbsp; By the time they made it back to the trail the woods had come alive again, birdsong marking their passage as the sunlight dimmed slightly, signaling its descent in the sky.&nbsp; They only had a few more hours of light; she wanted to get as much distance between them and the death behind them as she could.&nbsp; <br>
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