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The water was bitter cold as he splashed it across his face and took great big gulps of it from his scooping hands. The road had been too long and unkind, and he had been on the run for days. Where he had been stationed, deep in the thick of the war, far up North in Ahjfeld near the fallen mage camps, was ruthless. He wondered if he was assigned on this mission to hang. There was no law there in the North and so many rebels it out numbered the scars he received in barely surviving his mercenaries ambush.

He wasn't sure where his legs had taken him now, his horse, having been killed while he was on a run, made it seem all the more futile. But he didn't want to die. Not here. Not like this. Not ever. But the order had brought him this way, and surely he'd feel their wrath when he would report his fail.

He took another gulp of water, choked on it as he coughed over the water until he vomited it back into the stream. He wiped the acid taste frm his lips and groaned, before opening his eyes to stare down at his reflection, tickling with distortion as the waters ran past. He winced to see all of the wounds upon his face, the dirt, the stained blood.

But he needed food. He needed shelter, water, homage, Anything.

But they wanted him to die. And he had made too much noise, didn't run far enough away when the marksman found him. Kentamin didn't even have a chance to respond, inhaling the water when he saw the musket.
And it fired.


His ears were bleeding in a ring as he fell forward, floundering in the waters. He hit his head, his already bleeding shoulder knocking off a sharp rock before he resurfaced and barely got a glimpse of the man's face as he fired again.

Where the bullet hit, he didn't know- for he dove, dove down, deep, deep, deeper into the waters until he almost passed out from holding his breath. When he resurfaced he was a ways down,t he waters picking up speed and he, floundering again as he tried to figure out just where he was.

Where was the man? Where was the waters going? And then as he turned to face the spiraling waters that now frothed with rapids, he missed spotting the rock until it was too late.


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Hours.. or was it days later, he awoke, groaning with his face pressed into the bank of the river. Moving hurt. He felt like an entire army had stepped over him and when he went to move he cried out in pain, clutching onto his arm as he turnd to see it, swollen and gaping with an open wound from the musket. The pain was so intense, as was his shock to see such a large wound on his body, that he was visibly shaking.

He was shaking from the pain, from the stress, from the hunger, from the thirst, and for just a few good long moments he simply sobbed, wishing he had at least could have died when he had been knocked out. But Ansgar had a funny way of saving his life, and after recovering some of his sanity, he finally picked himself up to move again.


Water had been an easy source to find. He just clung to the river, even if it had tried to kill him. But he needed to eat. He could feel himself growing weaker by the hours as he scouted the forests  for something, anything to help him get some food. Chasing down birds was useless, and he had little patients for any larger game. So another night came and went.

He woke up shivering and ill. He wiped away the snot dripping from his nose and as he moved to stand something caught his eye. Curiously, he moved to get a better look, just as he caught sight of the large boar that was far too close for comfort. It made a noise. And so did he, and soon he found himself running as the sharp tasks of the beast was gaining on him. He couldn't believe the luck of it all as his eyes watered up and he cried out to Ansgar.

And that's when he saw her- some woman with hair of gold, light shining on her from where the canopy of trees parted away int he winds. She was right in his way. Which meant she was righ tin the way of the path of the boar.
There was no time to think as he raced passed the stranger and grabbed her roughly byt he hand and shouted, "Run!"
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Today had turned out to be borderline fantastic for Miss Paisley as she stumbled upon some fresh boar tracks. Her stomach was already churning as she thought of the many dishes she could make from just one, not to mention how long it would last her. But based on how many tracks there was she had stumbled across a whole group of them.

Careful to contain her excitement so as not to spook them if they were close. Paisley began laying out a few spring traps, sprinkling the area with a handful of acorns she had collected a few days before. She knew they would come in handy and this was the perfect opportunity. Now all she had to do was get a bit of distance away and settle herself within shooting range in case the trap failed. As she walked she was careful to step over the loops on the ground, the last thing she wanted was to wind up dangling from a tree today.

Walking through the forest she was happy to take in all the sights and sounds... well until she heard something barrelling towards her through the thick brush. "What in the-" was all she had managed to get out before a man who she thought may be wearing armor equally as much as mud became barrelling towards her. Before she knew it he had grabbed her hand and was yanking her in the direction in which she had just came, shouting 'Run!' without explanation.

Now being yanked behind the man Paisley had a chance to get a look at him. He was tan she thought... unless that was from the mud as well. His hair was blonde, again another assumption as she tried to see past the dirt caked into it. Who in tarnation was this person? And what were they running from? Looking back with her hand still being tugged in the other direction she thought she saw something pushing back the brush behind them... a boar?

"Boar!" she yelled, not because she had just realized what it was they were running from, but rather what they were running towards. "Don't ste-" not even able to finish her statement as she was drug right across one of her traps, Paisley's body was flung upside down and upwards in a whirl. In a mess her arrows fell from her quiver into a pile on the ground along with her bag and bow, all of it scattered now almost as well as the acorns as her body swung back and forth.

Thankfully, Paisley had never been one for dresses or this would turn out to be an even more embarrassing situation. So now she hung there by one foot, the loop of the rope tight on her ankle and boot. Slowly her belts began to ride up, or rather down on her body as gravity pulled them towards the ground. "Ugh" she mumbled as she reached her hands up and unlatched each of them allowing the belts and their contents to fall to the ground. Next was her cloak that had bunched up around her neck, bordering completely covering her face before she untied it from around her neck and let it fall on top of everything else she had lost.

After everything loose on her was removed Paisley simply crossed her arms over her chest, a brow raised as she looked at the man who was no doubt caught in one of her traps as well. "I'll have you know that boar was supposed to be my dinner." Paisley managed to stay looking irritated for the whole of maybe a minute before a smile crept up on her lips. Before she knew what was happening she was laughing at the situation. She had never been one to carry anger for very long, life was too short for it.

Her laughter turned into a full on fit as she moved her hands from her chest to her stomach from laughing so hard. "It's so funny..." lifting a hand she wiped a tear that had been building in one of her eyes. "... my knives are in those packs." It really was funny, because now she had no way of cutting herself down from her own trap.

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The boar was gaining on them- and fast.

"Just keeping running!" he shouted at her, still dragging her along and making a sharp turn in hopes to throw off the beast. But he only made it a few steps out when his own feet triggered a trap and a hefty roped blanket jerked up from around him, singing in the center and jerking him clean off the ground, to where he tangled within the netting as the boar pranced and huffed anxiously beneath them, squealing and cutting it's front hoof into the dirt.

As the trap settled in it's swing, Kentamin finally realized the state of his companion who, inspite of this most atrocious situation was, she was laughing!

"Why are you laughing!?" he barked over at her, growling as he stumbled to situate himself within the net. He bared his teeth, blue eyes looking down at the beast that seemed to favor pacing beneath him rather than the female, despite most of her supplies having fallen to the floor! Maybe the damn beast was blind? But after a time, it eventually began to huff it's large nose into the dirt and made it's way over and began to chew on the woman's things.
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Blink

With the support of the netting beneath her Paisley was able to reach up and unwind the rope from around her ankle. Still her body manged to do another fumbling number until the back and forth motion ceased. With the man yelling at her from his own netted trap Paisley ceased her laughing, the man clearly not seeing the humor that she did in this situation.

"My knives are down-" she went to point at her pile of things on the ground but quickly changed subject when she saw the large boar begin to eat her belongings. "HEY!" she screemed from her trap, her fingertips wrapping themselves between the weaving of the rope as if that would help any. "STOP!"

She watched on in horror as the boar began edging towards her precious bow on the ground. It was more than a weapon to her, but instead an extension of her very soul and it was about to be some fat pigs next snack. "PLEASE STOP!" ... as if the boar understood what she was saying Paisley continued, hoping that instead the large animal would get agitated with her loud voice from above.

In a last ditch effort Paisley slipped one of her boots off of her foot and maneuvered it between the netting before chucking it at the boar with all the strength she had, which wasn't very much at all. She copied her first move and slipped the other off and threw it as well, all for good measure.

If anything her screaming and throwing of objects only seemed to agitate the boar, causing it to move on towards her bag instead. Once its nose picked up on the remnants of those acorns it would surely stay focused on that until she could find a way down. "Got any suggestions?" she noted, her eyes darting over to the man with no sense of humor in his own web of inconvenience.

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Kentamin's face wrinkled at the whole situation. Ansgar help him! But before he could even make any level headed judgement about the situation, the boar, who seemed interested in the acorns, turn just a moment towards the woman's fallen boot near it's tail and began to sniff at it before picking it up in it's mouth and chewing.
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Rolling her eyes Paisley watched as the boar once again changed its mind as it now went towards the boot she had just thrown at it. "You have got to be kidding me!" she shouted again as she flung herself backwards in the netting before crossing her arms over her chest. She was not only irritated by the way the man had completely ignored her question on if he had any suggestions on getting out, but also because she would now have to take on yet another job to pay for another decent pair of boots.

"It's kind of funny.... I thought that maybe you were a nice man considering on how you tried to 'save' me from the boar." She emphasized on the 'save' word with a bit of disdain in her voice. "But considering your clear irritation with my trying to salvage any humor from the situation and your complete disregard of answering questions when I ask them it seems you are nothing more than an arse."

After completing her small rant Paisley turned her face in the opposite direction of the man, irritated with him just as much as he was her.

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Kentamin didn't think his face could wrinkle any further in disgust.
"Are you listening to yourself!? You're laughing about us being caught up in these rope nets while an angered boar is pacing down below!" Never mind the boar was now preoccupied with her boot.

"Things could be a lot worse right now! Those tusks it have could have skewered us!"
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Blink

She didn't think it possible to grow more agitated with the man dangling in the trap beside her. "You mean to tell me that your afraid of a boar?" Paisley turned in the netting again, no longer hiding her expressions from the man.

"You do realize they are more afraid of us than them right? And if the boar did happen to decide to take a stand I had weapons. My whole plan on being out here was to kill it!" Rolling her eyes for what felt like the millionth time Paisley shifted a bit. "And if by some change of fate the gods decided to take my life by means of a smelly boar then so be it!"

Paisley had never been one to live her life in fear. It she had, she probably never would have picked up her bow to begin with. Growing up as a sickly child kept her inside most of the time, sheltered from the wondrous world she had just begun to discover. "Life is not meant to live in fear." And with that Paisley stood up a bit in the netting, her now only socked feet pressing against the weaving of the net as she tried to keep some form of balance.

Reaching her hands up through a hole in the weaving Paisley managed to wrap her palm around the main rope holding the entire contraption in the tree. "If I just had a knife I could cut this and be free."

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Kentamin scowled. Apparently she was no observer. Kentamin was in no condition to fight, let alone even a smelly boar.

"And did you carelessly throw your knife away to the boar as well?" he scoffed. "What good are things to you you do not have?"
But he wasn't weaponless himself. What he had been able to keep during his rough travels was a crude knife in his side pocket. He didn't hesitate to slip it out, but he did hesitate to cut his own ropes. The boar was, after all, still munching away as it snuffed at the woman's shoes.

"Maybe I should toss you my knife so you can cut yourself down and wrestle the boar on your own."

The boar did look a little larger when he first saw it. Either way, he didn't want to deal with those tusks, even though now, upon observing, one of it's tusks were broken. But boars were mindless things, unpredictable. She must've been a hunter.
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Letting out a frustrated groan Paisley lowered herself in the netting, giving up on her attempt at undoing the rope. With each passing second she was growing more and more irritated with the man whom she initially thought to maybe be kind. However, her eyes lit up when she saw him pull the knife from his pocket.

"Make you a bet. If you toss me your knife and I cut myself down I can guarantee that I will not only take on the boar ALONE, but I will kill it." There was no sarcasm in her voice at the statement. Paisley truly believed she could take on that boar with nothing more than that mans stupid knife.

Having always lived her life with a mentality of try and try again until you succeed Paisley tried to always hide any fear she carried. In truth, she knew the boar would be a challenge, but if it meant getting out of this damned net it was a risk she was willing to take.

"If I win then you can keep the rest of your snarky comments to yourself and admit that you are a coward. However, if I lose you get the satisfaction of watching me die a slow death to the tusks of the boar." Tilting her head to the side smiled. "Either way I feel I would be getting the better deal."

She didn't want to die, and honestly she was slightly afraid of the boar below. But anything was better than dying in these nets she herself had constructed.

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Kentamin's face wrinkled at her suggestion.
"I'd be a fool to give a strange my only weapon."
But hanging around in the nets was obviously not helping the predicament. He'd have to cut himself free first.

Inwardly he cursed as he took his knife and began to saw at the thick ropes, the first two snapping away and a rocking his mesh netting. But he wasn't foolish. He wasn't goign to cut down all the ties. No, he cut open enough of it so he could push open a hole large enough he could fit out of, and paused a moment in his freedom to look down at the boar that-
Thankfully now had picked upt he woman's boot and was walking away with it.

"It looks like we won't be roasting any boar tonight," he said, thankful of that. He didn't want to deal with this situation anymore than she did, and part of him had to doubt the woman alone could have handled the boar. Wild animals were never easy to predict. Neither were wild humans.

Kentamin kept one guarded eye on the boar before feeling safe enough to slip down from his net. And once on the ground, he winced on his landing, having fallen on his foot the wrong way and he ad still been healing from his previous wounds. With a wince, he hobbled over beneath where the woman dangled within her own netting and let his eyes lead to where the rope was held taunt that kept her in the air.

She was a bit too high for him to saw her out with his knife but simply cutting her down might not be wise, either. But as he was looking around, he nearly tripped ove rher remaining boot, which he picked up and showed up to her.

"The boar at least left you with one shoe." He frowned, wondering why he even bothered to say that. Was he trying to mock her or make her laugh. Both seemed inappropriate. He set the boot aside.

"I'm not tall enough to reach you. Would you care if I simply cut the rope so you can drop?"
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She was hopeful that her offer would persuade him to give her his knife. However she really wasn't that surprised when he denied her offer, only because she probably would have thought the same thing. She was a stranger to him, they were stuck in her traps... and she was asking for a knife. This time she did not see his actions as arrogant, but for the first time smart.

So instead she watched from her own netted prison as he cut himself down. It only hurt a bit to watch him cut through the netting she had spent hours weaving the day before. But again she found herself impressed with how smart he was being about it. Paisley would have reacted irrationally and just sawed away until she was on the ground, but this man was setting it up so that he could get out with as little chance for injury as possible.

In fact watching him act rationally for the first time since they encountered one another seemed to lighten her mood... she even giggled at his comment of not having boar that night. Quickly though her growing smile faded when she saw that despite how careful he was he had still managed to land in the wrong way on his foot. She didn't say anything though, despite how much she felt the need to ask if he was okay. The last thing she wanted was for him to know she felt a small amount of concern.

Tentatively she watched him on the ground beneath her, part of her praying that he would not just leave her stranded in the trap to figure things out on her own. But then he picked up her remaining boot and held it up so that she could see it, adding his own little joke about being left at least one shoe. "Too bad I have two feet" she countered.... an attempt to make some form of joke back.

He then expressed the options he saw viable in the situation. "Yes please cut me down.." she paused to look at all of her belongings still laying in the dirt beneath her. Reaching her arm through the netting she pointed at the only thing she even cared for in the pile. "But first I beg that you move my bow out of the way."

Pulling her arm back in her eyes then searched for his, so that maybe he could see the amount of seriousness and concern she held towards her beloved weapon. "... please."

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Kentamin gave her a look. Why would she care for him to move a cross bow, of all things, out of the way when it would delay her freedom? But he supposed he'd oblige, and when he picked up the thing, he looked it over once, noting it was decently made before setting it aside.

"Try remaining still. I'd hate to cut you by mistake." An dhe moved to grip the bottom of the netting, grunting as it was difficult to remain on his tip toes as he did so, but he needed to keep the netting still as best he could-
and he went to work, slicing into one portion of the netting and being careful to cut away from her rather than towards her, until he felt his toes threatening to cramp as he swore and stumbled a bit away from where she remained still trapped.

He hadn't cut it open wide enough for more than an arm to slip through, but once he regained himself and stretched out his limbs, he moved once again, to get back to cutting her free. This time, the ropes seemed a bit more forgiving, and after another go at it, it looked like the net was open big enough for the woman to climb down.

Pocketing the knife, he offered out his arms.

"Allow me to help you down." He could at least do that. He was, after all, still  a gentleman.
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Cautiously she watched on as the man picked up her bow and set it to the side. Of course her marksmenship skills were good enough that she could easily pick up another bow and have a descent shot, but none would ever compare to her own. As soon as she was old enough to do so Paisley watched and learned from a weaponsmith, only ever wanting to know how to make a bow of her very own. Then one day... she did. She was so in tune with her bow that it would take years of practice with another to get the same accuracy she held with this particular one.

"Thank you"

The man then instructed her to hold still as he attempted to cut her down. It took him some time put with effort and patience he managed to get a hole big enough for her to slip through. She was never afraid of being cut, if he did it would only be a minor flesh wound anyways and it would take far more than that to scare this girl.

Nodding at his offer Paisley slipped out of the hole of the net, and with his help made it safely to the ground. "Thanks...... again" she giggled as she scratched the top of her head realizing she had thanked him twice in a row now. Her attention towards him though was short lived as she walked over to her bow and slung it over her shoulder, quickly followed by her picking up her belts and packs and buckling them back in their rightful place with her quiver the last thing to be placed in its rightful spot.

Adjusting her equipment one last time she then turned back towards him, her expression remaining neutral yet friendly. "I never got to introduce myself." Taking another step forwards she extended her hand. "My name is Paisley... Paisley Maika."

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He blinked, off put a bit when her attentions went wholly to her weapon. His expression soured, and her introduction did little to sway it. But he took her hand anyways and muttered his own, "Kentamin; Kentamin Dhelsbar."
She didn't look the kind to know what his last name might mean, but she had given hers and he tended to flaunt his own. Further inspection he could see how dirty she was. It made sense she claimed to be a trapper.

But he faired little better, and in fact, he looked like hell, ragged and worn from war and being on the run- and on the run for his life. He might have even looked much older than he was, barely out of his teens and barely over twenty.

"I need to find a city.. a town, or village, any sort of civilization nearby," he began, now that he shook her hand and formal introductions were over. "I've got much to report to the church and I dare not dawdle."

From the looks of him, one might guess he was a soldier, or some sort of fighter of any kind. He had nicks and bruises all over him, and his worn attire, so dirty from his travels, could easily be mistaken for a soldiers over that of a templar of the church.
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Paisley nodded at his name and then pulled her hand back. His name didn't stand out, not anymore than hers did she assumed. However, Paisley had never really taken the time to sit down and study the influential names of her own country.

She thought that perhaps they could be getting somewhere, and that all hostilities could be put behind them for the time being. After all they were both safe and on the ground with only minor injuries to speak of. However, how quickly he reverted the conversation to the true meaning of what he was searching for sent a chill down her spine.

Taking another step back and narrowing her eyes Paisley looked Kentamin up and down. How could she have not seen it before that this man was some kind of soldier, and by his interest in finding where to report to the church pretty much summed it up. But Paisley being the person she was she looked to find the best in this situation.... so for now she would treat him as she would any other man who looked like they needed her help.

"Nothing around for miles..." Paisley then swung her bag around and rested it on her hip as she dug through it. After only a few moments she pulled out a burlap drawstring bag and inside was a few strips of dried venison, something she took from camp before going hunting in case she found herself out here for a while or without any luck.

Extending her hand to him once more Paisley held out the strips for Kentamin to take. "Here... I know it doesn't look like much but its packed with nutrients. I would give you more but its all I got and you look like you need it far more than I do."

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His lips sagged into a frown. No civilization for miles? He took the venison meat with a salty look, not because he disliked the offer or was petty over it, but over the idea he still had a long ways to go.

"Thank you. I haven't eaten in days." But he didn't immediately gobble it up, and instead, studied the woman and asked, "Could you point me in the direction, any direction that would lead to a town. I don't care how far it is, but these woods are dense and I'd rather not remain here forever."

Oh no, he had been stuck in the wilderness on too many occasions. A lot of nobles, like himself, rarely knew just how large their country was, nor how much of it was really woods. Now he was certainly beginning to know.
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She was happy that he took the venison without question. Going on to answer his question Paisley pointed in the direction she believed to be North. "Maybe a full days travel that way?" She really didn't know which direction would lead him to the closest town, in all honesty he could have set off in any direction and ended up in a town at some point. She did however have ulterior motives, having pointed him in the opposite direction of The Red Legion camp. It was about a half days travel south, but still she didn't think it to be wise for him to be heading that way, especially with his interest in finding a church.

"I don't think it's best to head out now though. Too late in the day.." Paisley paused to look around at their surroundings. "... lest you want to face something far more intimidating than the boar. I also don't think you should be traveling so soon on an injured leg" Her eyes then trailed down his leg to his ankle where he had been limping earlier.

"We could set up camp here if you want, pretty sure we scared off most everything with our yelling earlier." Paisley then let out a bit of a giggle. "I could get a fire started and then go find us something to eat maybe?" She knew she was being a bit forward offering a complete stranger so much, but it was Paisley... and she never really saw how such actions could be seen in a negative or suspicious way. To her this was just another trip in the woods, one that she had taken many times before. Sometimes you run into strangers and it was always polite to band together to get things done.

"I also happen to have a pretty basic knowledge of first aid. I could maybe look at your leg and some of your wounds?" By basic knowledge she meant just that. By no means had she taken a special course in learning how to deal with different kinds of wounds or infections, but she did know how to dress and splint and that was pretty much it.

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It was about this time Kentamin could feel the dirt itching on his body, the swell of his bruises and the saltyness of his wounds.

"It might not be unwise for me to at least get clean, then we can talk about my condition later."
He'd feel.. much more human then.
"If there isn't a town so close, what about a water source?" He really, really, really wanted to bathe, but knew a river, pond or stream, at least, could be promising to at least wash some of the dirt away. "I'd like to at least get clean." Cleanliness was next to godliness, and he was certainly feeling very low.

"And.. thank you for the offer. I may just take you up on that." He knew he needed to rest, and as far as he could tell..
She didn't appear an enemy and if she was..
He didn't even want to think about it. For now, it seemed they were on the same page and he didn't want to think about the world beyond that.

He was just a traveler, and she? Just some trapper in the woods.

He moved, however, to take a piece of the venison, and bit some off, chewing it hungrily as his stomach had began to protest. Yes, he also needed food. Food was definitely a blessing and it tasted like heaven (even if venison was his most unfavorite meat).
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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Paisley tried not to act surprised by his accepting her offer. In all honesty she thought he would find some kind of insult in the things she said. "Ummm..." she looked around again as she tried to map out the landscape in her head. ".. if I remember correctly there is a small stream that way." Paisley then pointed in the direction she believed the stream to be in.

"Go ahead and go get cleaned up and I will head out to find us some more food." Her eyes then trailed to her bootless foot. "This is really going to suck." Even if she did manage to find that damned boar it probably had managed to eat enough of her boot to make it completely worthless. She also knew this was going to put a damper on her entire trip. "At least I still have stockings?" Paisley herself trying to find the silver lining to her predicament.

"When I get back we can start building a fire. It would be helpful if you perhaps started collecting some kindle." With that Paisley didn't really wait for a response as she headed off in the opposite direction of the stream. The last thing she wanted was to run into him while he was cleaning up...