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<blockquote data-quote="Fangor the Fierce" data-source="post: 5220564" data-attributes="member: 17100">Malaroc simply shook his head.&nbsp; He had not thought that his little journey would end in such a dire circumstance, but then again, he was the one that had sought for more than his simple town could offer.&nbsp; It was not that many weeks ago that he had left, intent on learning about his powers and the calling that seemed to radiate from within his soul.&nbsp; Something had changed, and he was determined to find out just how different he was.Then he ran out of funds, was offered some coin to work on refurbishing weapons, and then all hell broke loose.&nbsp; He stares at the emptied armory, wondering if his meager assistance was even enough to notice.&nbsp; Again, the horns blew, as he gathered his own belongings.&nbsp; The clearing to the south would grant him an escape from this battle, but as he grabbed his pack, he simply stopped.&nbsp; They had given him work when he was needing it.&nbsp; They had fed him out of their good grace.&nbsp; They had even treated him as more than a simple laborer.Dropping the pack, he instead grips his pride and joy, often referred to as 'pain and suffering'.&nbsp; His weapons are in prime condition, for he makes it a pact that they would always be sharpened and ready for use. Balanced quite nicely as well.&nbsp; The dagger is wide in the blade, able to be used defensively just as easily as it would slice up a foe.&nbsp; He had learned the art of wielding them both with practiced ease, and now was the time to put them to use.&nbsp; He makes sure they are within his reach.&nbsp; Stepping out of the doorway, he runs towards the battle, taking in the enemy ranks and the hail of arrows.If today be the day to die, then let's see just how many of those bastards I take with me...As he makes it to battle, he nods to the blacksmith that had put him to work so feverishly to prepare for this battle, showing that at least one more defender could be accounted for.... [sblock=Enter, stage right]Malaroc will head into battle now, deciding that it was time to put up or shut up.&nbsp; He would move to the center of the defenders, intent on granting as many of them as possible with his now-radiating Vigor Aura, keeping them from deaths' door for as long as he has breath in his lungs...&nbsp; He will run if needed to reach the prime spot to grant them his aura.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Fangor the Fierce, post: 5220564, member: 17100"] Malaroc simply shook his head. He had not thought that his little journey would end in such a dire circumstance, but then again, he was the one that had sought for more than his simple town could offer. It was not that many weeks ago that he had left, intent on learning about his powers and the calling that seemed to radiate from within his soul. Something had changed, and he was determined to find out just how different he was. Then he ran out of funds, was offered some coin to work on refurbishing weapons, and then all hell broke loose. He stares at the emptied armory, wondering if his meager assistance was even enough to notice. Again, the horns blew, as he gathered his own belongings. The clearing to the south would grant him an escape from this battle, but as he grabbed his pack, he simply stopped. They had given him work when he was needing it. They had fed him out of their good grace. They had even treated him as more than a simple laborer. Dropping the pack, he instead grips his pride and joy, often referred to as 'pain and suffering'. His weapons are in prime condition, for he makes it a pact that they would always be sharpened and ready for use. Balanced quite nicely as well. The dagger is wide in the blade, able to be used defensively just as easily as it would slice up a foe. He had learned the art of wielding them both with practiced ease, and now was the time to put them to use. He makes sure they are within his reach. Stepping out of the doorway, he runs towards the battle, taking in the enemy ranks and the hail of arrows. [I]If today be the day to die, then let's see just how many of those bastards I take with me...[/I] As he makes it to battle, he nods to the blacksmith that had put him to work so feverishly to prepare for this battle, showing that at least one more defender could be accounted for.... [sblock=Enter, stage right] Malaroc will head into battle now, deciding that it was time to put up or shut up. He would move to the center of the defenders, intent on granting as many of them as possible with his now-radiating Vigor Aura, keeping them from deaths' door for as long as he has breath in his lungs... He will run if needed to reach the prime spot to grant them his aura.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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