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Joined: Mar 2006 Gender: Female  Posts: 549 Location: Singing in the Dark Karma: 3 |  | Crisis « Thread Started on Mar 2, 2006, 8:19pm » | |
Name: Crisis
Age: older than she looks
Gender: Female
Race: Elf (dark type)
Class: Bard
Job: Wandering around singing Racial Hostility: None
Physical Description: Silver hair with gray eyes with silver flecks. She is smallish for a fighter, but about normal for an elf around 4'10. She dresses in dark clothes and carries a large sword as easily as she carries her harp.
Mental State: Stoic, but sane.
Sample Paragraph: Crisis plodded along the dusty road following the ruts in it from wagons. As she entered the town the silence struck her as odd. Then she heard it, the buzzing of flies. She removed the cloth from her face and almost gagged as the stench of rotting bodies hit her nose. She replaced the charmed bandanna over her mouth and nose and continued to the town square. Just as she expected, mounds of bodies left rotting in the sun. Not a fighter among them from the looks of it.
She cast around looking for tracks, a troop about 50 men. Heavy boots they went towards The mountains. One set of foot prints running into the forest, small and unshod. She followed the barefoot prints. It took her a few days, but she followed them all the way up the Blood River to the town of Graycastle.
| Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. |
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