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Corath stops just inside the door. Cocking her head far to the right, she looks intently at the halfling in front of her. Memories overwhelm her. The half-elf, the Silver Shadow, promising retribution to her master, a cousin to the Silver Shadow through her father. Corath's eyes dilate in...

Nyrazha barely stifles her gasp. What would an elemental be doing here? There are only Azgundi loggers nearby. She hides her nervousness by mounting her horse. Deliberately, she keeps her black cloak pulled closely about her. She scans her surroundings looking for any others that may be...

Once the cleric pronounces Valen and Aohdan cured, Corath exits. To Alaric, she says, "I have someone to find. I will return to the inn by morning." She nods at him and leaves. Tarkesi Tal said something about an uncle...Jolly...who might know something of the Voice. I need to find him...

Nyrazha rode into the woods, leaving her companions behind. Foolish, foolish girl! How could you think that an Azgundi prince and an angel not of this world would react as you expect Emirans to react? You were brought here because you are intelligent and can see into others' souls, as Mother...

Nyrazha looks back and forth between her companions as the last of the sun's light begins to fade. Her eyes narrow, indicating her frustration. Why did I believe that these ones were able to do what the Children of Water cannot?! She closes the cases with an audible snap. "Forget I said...

Me in lieu of the Monkey... That's fine. This game gets updated on Tuesdays. Thanks for the head's up. :D

Nyrazha closes her eyes for a second. Angels are almost as difficult as elementals. Opening her eyes, she stares intently at Kae'ari. "Are you willing to wait for us if Keefe chooses to disguise himself? Are you willing to allow the townsfolk to believe us to be your servants? If not, it...

Nyrazha glances toward the camp and its increased activity. "We must make our decision quickly, or the decision will be taken from us by Time."

Corath guards her fallen companions from any who would sneak in to do them harm while they are weak.

Nope, her clothing and veils are loose enough and long enough she maintains her modesty while riding astride. :D

Nyrazha considers Keefe's words, weighing them carefully. I really have no choice. Heaving a sigh, she dismounts and takes two boxes from her pack. She gives her horse the command to stay. As she lays the boxes on the ground and opens them, the others can see jars sealed with wax. "These...

OOC: :confused: :o It's not my fault you chose a character name that begins with the same letter as your user name. ;) :heh: Fixing it. ;)

Corath mulls Alaric's words over for a couple of minutes. "If they get better while I'm gone, we are slowed. If I don't bring a cleric and they die, we will be forced to destroy our friends." A sensation akin to small knives seem to stab through her torso. Corath looks down, then looks up...

Nyrazha shakes her head slightly at the description Kae-ari gives of those who exist or fight in shadows. She looks the angel over, "Your description indicates your disdain for those who work in shadows. Would you say I am deserving of your disdain, angel? There are many reasons to strike...

Nyrazha shifts in her saddle. The merchant said the knives were sent after me. She glances at Kae'ari briefly before returning her attention to the camp below. If only the angel had no wings. She glances at Keefe briefly. Or, if only Keefe could look less the regal Lyantaclis. She sighs...

Seeing her companions' suffering, Corath latches on to the priest's wish for someone to go to the capital and fetch back a more talented healer. Leaning close to Alaric, she says, "I can do as the priest suggests. Will you be alright while I return to the capital...it will only take a matter...

Nyrazha smiles with delight and satisfaction, only her eyes indicate her pleasure in the angel's response. "Have you decided a name for her, yet?"

When Nyrazha realizes that her companions are not following her, she pulls Zephyra to a halt. Turning in her saddle and hearing most of what is said, her carefree laughter floats toward them. "I do believe she has the better of you, my Prince." Nyrazha looks around in assumed confusion...

:p :lol: When that day arrives, because we all know it will at least once, she will be suitably embarrassed and disgusted with herself. :D But, with that military saddle, she has a 75% chance to stay in her saddle regardless.

I have been waiting for the chance to see if Nyrazha can ride as well as I envisioned her...and she does! :lol: Catch her if you can. ;)