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Kayne II rides his horse off the ship, clad in his spiked armor. Pitted and rusted, with chains hanging off of it, chains broken and scorched. He wore his helm upon his head, and his crown, a wicked ring of gemmed spikes. A cruel longsword hung at his side, and a claymore was upon his back. He surveyed the city before him, and turned up his nose, and set off to find the one who held the last piece. | Kayne II rides his horse off the ship, clad in his spiked armor. Pitted and rusted, with chains hanging off of it, chains broken and scorched. He wore his helm upon his head, and his crown, a wicked ring of gemmed spikes. A cruel longsword hung at his side, and a claymore was upon his back. He surveyed the city before him, and turned up his nose, and set off to find the one who held the last piece. | ||
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| + | Sir Kayne II Himoura (Noble) | ||
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| + | She watched from the darkness, the shadows of the small number of houses by the water. He was a shadowy figure himself, alright. A newcomer, like herself. She slipped from her place and followed him silently. He was obviously not going to see any person in greeting. He had a mission - a mission of some sort. Ariadne smirked - maybe she could train with him. She wounded how long it would take him to notice she was following him. She wasn't obviously, but if he was as sly and as dangerous as he looked - he'd know within a minute. Her hands brushed her hips as she followed the stranger, making sure that she had her usual knives in place there. | ||
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| + | Ariadne Lisieux (Dame of Hillmar) | ||
Revision as of 15:34, 2 May 2009
Kayne II rides his horse off the ship, clad in his spiked armor. Pitted and rusted, with chains hanging off of it, chains broken and scorched. He wore his helm upon his head, and his crown, a wicked ring of gemmed spikes. A cruel longsword hung at his side, and a claymore was upon his back. He surveyed the city before him, and turned up his nose, and set off to find the one who held the last piece.
Sir Kayne II Himoura (Noble)
She watched from the darkness, the shadows of the small number of houses by the water. He was a shadowy figure himself, alright. A newcomer, like herself. She slipped from her place and followed him silently. He was obviously not going to see any person in greeting. He had a mission - a mission of some sort. Ariadne smirked - maybe she could train with him. She wounded how long it would take him to notice she was following him. She wasn't obviously, but if he was as sly and as dangerous as he looked - he'd know within a minute. Her hands brushed her hips as she followed the stranger, making sure that she had her usual knives in place there.
Ariadne Lisieux (Dame of Hillmar)
