Feb 27, 2014
Three Allies Entered Your Domain
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"I was not expecting company," the cloaked and masked figure commented, "how may I be of service?"
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Three Allies Entered Your Domain
ameliathetactician
grimstalkertharja
abittersoldier
npcguardsmen
"I was not expecting company," the cloaked and masked figure commented, "how may I be of service?"
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Sweat dripped down Virion's forehead as he held his bow taught and still, waiting for the wind to blow just right before releasing his arrow. Fwip! He let it fly, sure he aimed perfectly, to hit the bullseye of the target standing a good 30 feet away from him.
His eyes intently followed the arrow all the way down its nearly straight path. Within a second, the arrow connected with the target. It hit the target, but not the bullseye.
"Blast..." Virion mumbled to himself. "I seem to be off my game today. Again." He pulled out another arrow from his quiver, notched it, and was ready to pull back the bowstring, when he heard footsteps behind him.
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A red sky hung overhead. The evening was young in the Shepherds' camp-- most had just retired to their quarters, their beds, after having experienced a day full of travel and battle.
At the moment, Libra was sitting at his cot and tending to his bruised and battered knees, reddened and worn from kneeling day in and day out. Their use showed; Libra's eyes stung as he applied a mild antiseptic with a measured breath, fingers working nimbly around the wounds. He might not have registered the other's entrance at all if not for the shuffle of feet behind him-- after all, the initial rustling of the tent's entrance had been imperceptible.
The rawness of his knees tingled as he made to turn around from his seated position to the source of the noise.
"Is there something you need?" Libra's response was stunted but polite, his mind clearly still focused on the unpleasant stinging of the medicine.