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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 1:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 2:06 pm
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[WOOOOW, I've missed all the way from page SIX. Slow down people, please xd ]
Vence busied himself constantly, going back and forth between patients with various burns. Because they were directly related to fire, he could offer some healing abilities, but he was careful. He had never really excelled at Life magic, but more in Chaos and just Fire. A disadvantage on his part if he wanted to help people, but what else could he do? After some time, he sat down, exhausted but satisfied with his labor. More people were walking around, and starting to calm down: they now knew thtey had several skilled warriors on board the ship to protect them.
He didn't like to admit it, but he was extremely powerful overal for his age. His skill was that of an experienced Elven mage, far too much power for him to use at once. He was an outsider among his own race, the curse of being a prodigy. He glanced down at his hands, wondering how had he of all people get this power. He fidgeted with the small ribbon tied to his wrist. After all this time, two years now, it was the only thing that reminded him of a time when he was truly happy. He wondered when he would make it back there, and then truly home. He was a wanderer in this big world. When would he just settle down?
[Vence has gotten wiser, I think. He's pondering his own life; that's pretty deep. 3nodding ]
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 2:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 2:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 2:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 3:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 4:21 pm
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Vence glanced up, pulling himself out of his train of thought, and looked for the sourse of the voice. Of course, there were a lot of humans on board, so naturalyy he found the sourse by following the eyes of everyone else. It was the Drow prisoner, and he was staring right at him.
Not feeling like raising his voince, he got up and walked towards him, and promptly sat cross-legged a few feet from him.
"My name, you ask for? Call me Vence. It's only fair you tell me yours, now." Vence could see a similarity between this drow and the other, more friendly one. For some reason, he had a feeling he knew the one he had met before. Maybe their paths had crossed on past adventures?
"Are you related to the drow over there?" he finally decided to ask, nodding toward him and the Centaur.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 4:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 4:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 5:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 5:03 am
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