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 Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 7:16 pm
"Thank you," Macheavelli said as she took a standard knigths bow, "You would think not many people would be the same as you." Macheavelli sproted a blade of ice from her hand and used it to cut a paticular dark red and blue flower from the ground. "I believe it is Italian, andbyt he way do you know what this flower is?" Macheavelli threw her iceblade into the ground.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 2:44 pm
Chloe jumped and almost fell backwards in shock. "Oh wow! What was that? How did you do that?" She bent over to touch the iceblade, but before she reached it, she drew her hand back, startled by how cold it was. "That's ice! Where did that come from? Oh... um, no... I've never seen a flower like that before."
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 5:12 pm
Nadare still found Chloe’s rambling confusing, but completely disregarded that with the arrival of the new girl. She hastily swept into a curtsy after the other bowed, something she had somehow managed to master. “My name is Nadare.” She informed Macheavelli.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:55 pm
"My lady, Nadare, do perchance, have any family in the royal knights? If you do thank them for exiling me from Tull."
Macheavelli bowed again, and turned her attention to Chloe and smiled.
"This is a very rare and very potent spice, I intend to take it to where, I'm hiding and plant the pollen, hope it can grow where I am. The traders in the town, they're always finding that poisenous flower instead. Those traders caused that illness a while back, selling the bad flowers instea of these."
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 6:36 pm
Damien slides smoothly down a hidden slide embeded on the surface of the volcano, the heat from the friction not bothering much. As the slope begins to even out into the ground he puts his hands on either side to slow himself down. Once at a stop he jumps up and climbs into the tree, making his way to the visitors to the forest.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 6:52 pm
Nadare didn’t have any family in the royal knights. She wasn’t even positive as to what that meant. She was about to inform the women of this when she stopped herself. It was apparent to her that Macheavelli didn’t really care.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 11:55 pm
"Nadare, hhmmm, no...." Macheavelli said as she fell to one arm, and began having trouble breathing, bur making expresly sure the flower was safe. "Is there a heatweaver, or soemthing near here?"
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 4:51 pm
Damien comes to a complete stop in the upper branches of a tree outside of the fire's light but close enough to hear the conversation. When he hear one of the strangers mention a "heatweaver" he assume it can only mean me, and remains as quiet and still as humanly possible*
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 5:55 pm
Chloe looked down at Macheavelli, confused. "It doesn't feel any different to me... Are you ok?"
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 7:15 pm
The moment she realized Macheavelli had fallen, Nadare offered her a hand so she could get back up. Chloe's behavior was amusing if not a bit stupid.
“I don’t see a heatweaver…” She muttered under her breath as her eyes darted all over the forest floor, then made their way up the trees. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but if she squinted just right it would seem as if some one was indeed high up in a tree.
“Is there some one there?” Nadare asked, knowing she would feel silly if there wasn’t.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 9:25 pm
"Theres *wheeze* one nere here, I..." At that moment Macheavelli began to vomit and dropped the floower on the ground, it wilted as son as it touched the earth. "I have to... get away..." Maceavelli said between gasps for breath. "Help me I cant... get up.... i.. need cyro ice.." She colapsed next to the wilted flower and the vomit.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 1:50 pm
Chloe shrieked when Macheavelli fell to the ground and started panicking.
"Oh my god! What's wrong? Are you ok? Your flower died...." She trailed off, concentrating on the flower and willing herself not to look at the pile of vomit, she had a very queasy stomach. She turned to Nadare, "What are we going to do? What's a heatweaver?"
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 5:10 pm
Nadare was beginning to find Chloe’s stupidity a bit much. How could some one not put two and two together? Heat…. weaver. It wasn’t that hard, and why did she have to talk so much? Not wasting any time, Nadare pulled Macheavelli out of her own vomit. It wouldn’t be good for her to choke on the stuff. Using the sleeve of Macheavelli’s dress, Nadare wiped the vomit off her face.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 5:54 pm
Damien quietly watches the girls fumble around in the fire. As the strangest of them colapses, he notices the hem of her clothing in the fire.
"Damnit. They always have to bring fire. He jumps from his purch and rolls in the dirt to kill the momentum. With a quick dash and a lucky grab, he pulls the girls clothing from the fire and suffocates it in his palm, sending tendrils of smoke into the air.
"Get out. You're putting my mountain in danger."
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