The Time Of The Dragons Has Returned Medieval Fantasy RP

[loyal]

Wolf nodded, standing. "If you are comfortable showing me, I want to know."

[Pengu.]

"Come on." She mentioned to Con to follow if he wanted. Kalia began to walk, slowely, back to her tent. She pulled back the sides and stepped inside. Earlier, she had thrown her pack onto her bed. Kalia picked it up and carefully took out its contents. She took out the stone, velvet bag, and the mirror. Buried deep beneath all of the clutter, was the Ancient Book. Kalia took it out and layed it on her lap. "I found it in my old house. It was under the floorboards. It must have survived the fire. It wont open and its written in some ancient language. Do you have any idea what it is?"

[loyal]

Wolf stared at the book. Her eyes closed, and she took a small step back, as if she had been hit. "Don't read it. Just don't. There is a reason it won't open." The anger in her voice was clear as day, she was just barely controlling it. "And this time don't be curious or stubborn. Just do not open that book. Stop."

[Pengu.]

"Gosh, not back to the untalkative one again. Plus I just said it would not open. I didnt want to read it, and I couldnt if I tried. It is in another language. I just want to know what it was doing in my burned house."

{g2g. may be back around 1, still not sure. i had a long day. sorry for not being on more.}

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((Recap?))

[f e a r l e s s]

recap))

[loyal]

(To Rainy Days:
Um. Just that you have to change the age on your charrie...

To: Proud
Nuthin really... we only went about a page. Here is my last post to your charrie... they were considering training.)

"Hmmm." Lark stared down at her sword, then shrugged. She removed the daggers from her wrists, then pulled her sword out of it's sheath, the blade gleaming in the faint light.

(Pic of it...
http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo35 ... /sword.png )

[f e a r l e s s]

He unsheathed his sword (I posted the pic a while ago). "What is your fighting style?" he asked beginning to get into a fighting stance.

[loyal]

"Who knows? It isn't like I have put a name to it." Lark's eyes flashed, changing from their normal dark, almost black, color to a deep blue, then back again. She raised her sword, then took two steps backwards. Her sword seemed to twist, then ice flashed along the blade, the edges becoming flat, no sharpness. "There. Now it won't cut you." She smiled, swinging the sword once around her side, then standing, perfectly relaxed, just out of reach. "Ready."

[f e a r l e s s]

"I was born ready. You have the first move." he said.