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//One heart and a soul I believe. Women are very demanding these days.
Damn, I already sold my soul to Satan
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merrillofthedalish replied to your post:
//One heart and a soul I believe. Women are very demanding these days.
Damn, I already sold my soul to Satan
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She was slight of frame, wearing clothes he had never seen before in his life. Perhaps strangest of all were her ears, thin and pointed like tiny, fleshy horns.
But what Kirrahe noticed first were how wide her eyes were. She looked almost lost, wandering through the Citadel without purpose. "Can I help you, Miss?" he asked, not sure if he should approach or let her be on her way. Overtime he found more and more humans simply had permanently confounded expressions.
(Closed RP with merrillofthedalish) The Blade of the Old Hero.
It was nearing dark in the forests of these far away lands. The sun was barely above the horizon, casting red, blue and pink across the near dark sky. The forests were obscure dark shapes, that could hide many creatures. Or worse.
However, there was a soft, golden glow in the distance. Obviously, it was a torch. And who else would be holding it apart from the sorcerer, now blacksmith Murdo. He was clad in his signature red cloak, however, under it was some armour made from leather and chain. Normally, he would just have his Ninjato and Tanto for his weapons. But, given how this was no normal occasion, he was equipped with a good condition long sword, the handle a golden colour with a jewel set in the pommel. Perhaps an enchantment? It mattered not, at this given time. It hung from his back, bumping loudly.
His back hair, tied in a pony tail, was barely recognisable in the dark of the forest along with the small scruff on his chin he called a beard. The torch he held illuminated his enchanting purple eyes. He was no normal elf, that was for sure.
However, the male noticed a figure in the distance, thanks to his keen eyesight. Glaring, he called out.
"Who goes there?" He said. He didn't have to use a staff for any sorcery, but he could launch a ball of fire from his torch to save his mana reserves.
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Now that was a rare sight. Varric always told him that Merrill kept her wandering restricted to the lower areas of the city, but there she was, walking through Hightown with a lost puppy look on her face. Sebastian smiled and crossed the market square to stand beside her, looking up to the sky as she did.
"Any interesting shapes today, Merrill?"