Logaine stretched his arm as the wound finaly closed completely. leaving a thin pink scar across his shoulder. "Hmm. None of the muscles are mended improperly. I still hate magic and potions though. But that you Truthseeker." He said not unkindly. "Tis still my wish to know how it is that you know of how I gained this…
The Elf looked warily at the potion before popping the stopper and drank down the liquid. Already the elf felt the familiar itch as the tissue began to knit itself back together and the bleeding stopped. "Thanks mage. And since you've given this to me as a gift. Forgive me if I dont believe that I owe you one. But. You…
The elven fighter put his hand to the wound on his shoulder and then sighed, lifting his hand to his face he saw blood. He looked around the room as he spoke. "Can anyone here sew? I think my arm needs stiching up if its going to be healing properly."
The Red haired Elven fighter would finaly return to the room after several moments had passed, his arm still bleeding and him still not noticing that the wound had opened up again. He went over and stood next to his usual seat against the wall, leaning his back against the wall itself as he watched with curiousity.
Really? So you guys want Logaine to be eaten? T-T And I worked so hard on making him. Thanks guys. XD But Jade I cannot wait to read the next part of the story. Amazing.
Logaine, walked downstairs, carrying something wrapped in a bedsheet, the wrapping was covered in bloodstains. More than likely it was a body in the sheets. The red haired elf blinked as he saw the gibbering Halfling and shook his head as he walked torward the back exit. "First I'm attacked by drow then I find a mad…
During most of the time that Truthseeker was gone. Logaine had remained in that corner, acting as if asleep. But after the first six hours or so. The Elf got up, grabbing his cloak and went upstairs to his bed and took to his reverie. This lasted about five hours. He got up and came downstairs to ask for water to bathe…
Thought to give a little bit of info of what Logaine carries. Inspired to do so like Thiax Main-Hand: A Falchion type sword, a wide flat blade that curved, much like a scimitar, The blade made from what looks to be silver. It's guard is but a simple cross with made of a dark metal with beautiful white gem in its center.…
This is really good stuff Jade. Way better than what I can come up with. It was great to read and I cannot wait for the next part. Waiting with an impatience that wont abate. Not to rush. :3
The elven fighter known as Logaine would perched precariously in his seat, with him in the corner and the chair tipped on to one of the back leg. His arms were crossed and his eyes were closed. He seemed to be quite fast asleep in this rowdy place, from the looks of the area around him; A half full mug of frothy ale beside…
The red haired elven fighter looked like he was intent on the large platter of food on his plate. But those who could see the signs could see that was he actually listening to the quite interesting conversation of the newcomer and Truthseeker. "Excitement. I could do with plenty of foes to face while I stay in this place.…
816 veiws of this. ^^ And its my first real character story I've written. I cant help but feel proud. Than you all for reading. Dont hesitate on giving an opinion, well dont if its trashing it too much. :P
The warrior shrugged and picked up the curved blade and returned it to his belt, He looked at his empty plate and sighed, it was empty. So he picked up and went to that very large table laden with food and filled his plate again, meaning to fill his stomach full.
Taking the breaking of the barrier as a challange. The warrior elf moved over to it and probbed the barrier for a second, just before he drew the curved dagger at his belt. He casually flipped it blade down before plunging it into the barrier, seeing what kind of damage the fiery dweomor within could cause to the barrier.
"I have seen the drow city states in my time. Chaos is already there. They live it, breath it. And quite frankly I dont need to be going back to any of those cities any time soon." The elf's hand went unconciously to his neck and he shuddered visibly. "I dont want to see another drider again."
The fighter blinked at Pyr then chuckled softy. "My Lady. I ment no disrespect to you. I was stating in gerneral. Already you have earned my respect, and therefore an extra blade should you wish it. But the gods I care little for, where were they when I watched a Mage of the Hosttower torture my body and mind. The gods can…
Yawning. Logaine rubbed his eyes and sat up, taking in his surroundings groggily. He was sleeping inside one of the wagons, beside him was that human girl he had found so pretty. He looked at her as he thought to himself. 'I cannot remember the reason why I still come to her bed each night. I grew bored after the first few…
The elven fighter watched Pyr with a great deal of growing curiousity. Though only his eyes ever showed it. And when the Mage reveealed his staff he stood. a deep frown creasing his lips. "One should address Women properly. Tis a dishonour to them and foolishness upon yourself. Even if she be drow. I've a mind to help the…
The elf arched his brow at his dark skinned cousing, crossing his arms beneath his cloak as he turned fully, the Drow had his attention. "Pray tell me. What is it that you have heard?"
The elf looked up as he swallowed a large portion of his food. He wiped his face and cleared his throat, looking at the others in the room. "Forgive my rudeness. I had not introduced myself. I'm Logaine Al'tishara. Its a pleasure to meet you all." He gave one of those fake smiles that shows he really doesnt mean he is glad…
(Doing a bit more research for this last part that will bring my Elf to the Tavern where he meets up with all the others. Hope you all dont mind the wait.)
The elf narrowed his eyes at each person in the tavern for about a half second each before mentally shrugging and turning to his food, meaning to devour the fine meal that the barkeep had set before him.
"You two really shouldnt have bothered me." said the Elf dully as he spun counterclockwise, his cloak flying from his form as his sword takes Rightie in the throat. The Elf's other weapon, working practically on its own from its counterpart, slashed into the thumb of Leftie's sword hand, causing another weapon to clang to…
The elf shrugged and hid the weapon away. "Perhaps I shall keep it and give to a friend, He has a fine way of enchanting weapons for the use of others. A clever little mage if I were honest." With this veiw of what was beneath his cloak, others could see what he wore; From what could be seen he wore no actual armor, but a…