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| [P] Fending off the Frosts; Private; GrP; Ahriman | |
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| Ahriman Lordimar | Tue Feb 8, 2011 1:55 am Post #16 |
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He kept himself silent at the man taking the soul of the necromancer, knowing all to well that he had a similar skill burned forever into the flesh of his back. With a smile, he began to wonder how one so versed in the ways of the dead had went about hunting them, or perhaps he just accepted their tools as a necessity in fighting them? Either way suited Ahriman, as it had gotten him out of a rather delicate jam, with a rather nice show of lights at that. He pulled his scarf down so he could get a breath of fresh air, or as fresh as the air of a graveyard could be. The feeling of his body calming down brought a smile to the pirate's face, glad to finally be rid of the undead horde that had blocked his path. His gaze finally came back upon the man while he was speaking, a solemn look falling on his face. It was nice to know that inland he had an ally he could rely on, especially one he knew could carry himself. With a grin, he raised his hand, offering it for the man to shake, "And if ye find yerself needin' a ship to sail on I can be found in Taras, boats name is Mille Figli. Don't hesitate ta' ask if ye need an able crew ta' guide ya over the waters. Though I warn ye the trip might be a bumpy one." With a sly wink, he let off a soft whistle, signaling for Mora to return in a calm fashion. The yeti had apparently found a source of water to wash out her wounds as she approached, setting herself comfortably on the grass behind her master. With a nod, Ahriman smiled to her, "And ye can be sure She and I are both grateful fer yer help. I'm sure she'd be glad to stay in the nearby trees should I be needin' to find yer abbey." With a bow of his head, he replaced the scarf on his neck and placed his hand over his mouth on the outside, firming the surface of it comfortably. The smell of it brought a frown to the man's face, the idea of washing it being a rather large nuisance. With a shake of his head, he turned his head west and raised his brow, "Now do ye know of the nearest road that might lead me ta' a town? I need some supplies and ta' avoid anymore graveyards if possible." |
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