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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 14:17:21 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Mar 14, 2010 14:17:21 GMT 1
Dracafrey shrugged at her responce as he began to eat his meal. Looking every so often to look at Culmir as she struggled to eat and stay awake.
"Dont worry about your weapon, I'll take care of it for you Culmir. Youve had a full strainful day. So I'll clean it later tonight while your sleeping." As he finished the last bits of food on his plate.
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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 14:27:22 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Mar 14, 2010 14:27:22 GMT 1
Culmîrs eyes were barely opened as she forced herself to spear food onto her fork, put it into her mouth and chew. She couldn't even distinguish any taste about the food when usually she enjoyed eating if the food was good and she was hungry enough, at this point however she was to tired to keep her mind active. For that reason it took her a few seconds longer than usual to reply to Dracafrey "Okay" she managed to say around a jaw splitting yawn. She looked rather sheepish as she reached for her glass, her movements were so sluggish and she felt so excruciatingly tired. Her head lolled back a little as she tried to keep her eyes open and hopefully not embarrass herself by falling asleep at the table. "Maybe I should go lay down" Culmîr said softly, a frown marring her forehead as she tried to get up from her chair, only to find her legs unwilling as she fell to the floor "oops" she giggled, not moving from the floor, sighing.
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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 14:42:28 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Mar 14, 2010 14:42:28 GMT 1
Dracafrey smirked slightly as Culmir tried to get and leave but instead fell to the floor. Standing up as he walked over to her and kneeling down beside her.
"Its okay Culmir." as he removed her sword and placed it onto the table. and then gently picked her up into his arms.
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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 14:50:10 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Mar 14, 2010 14:50:10 GMT 1
Culmîrs eyes were unfocused as she stared at the puffs of smoke rising from the floorboards as she breathed on it, her eyes sliding closed only to slide open again as she was being picked up from the floor. Groaning softly Culmîr felt every muscle in her body ache as she was being moved, she opened her mouth to speak as she tried to lift her head and look at Dracafrey but she ended up yawning and probably looking ridiculous. Sighing Culmîr gave up on decorum and allowed herself to be carried where ever as long as she could rest, exhaling slowly she gave in to her sleep.
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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 14:56:19 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Mar 14, 2010 14:56:19 GMT 1
As Dracafrey carried Culmir down the hallway, he watched her try to say something as she then passed out. Smiling to himself as looked down at her sleeping form in his arms as he made his way up the stairs towards her room. Stopping at the side of her bed and pulling aside the covers, as he then laid her gently down on to the bed. Decideding to leave her clothed the way she was as he then pulled the blankets over her form and walked away slowly. Turning around one last time to look at her before he left.
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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 15:16:00 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Mar 14, 2010 15:16:00 GMT 1
The last coherent thought that went through Culmîrs head was 'I'm so stupid for passing out' after that everything went blissfully dark. She could barely registered that she was being carried upstairs and placed onto something soft, her body immediately relaxing as she sunk into a deeper state of sleep.
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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 15:23:56 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Mar 14, 2010 15:23:56 GMT 1
Walking slowly down the hall and making his way down the stairs and walking back into the kitchen. Smirking to himself as he saw that most of Culmir's food was still on her plate. Taking a couple minutes to clean the kitchen and the dishes he then stood beside the table where he had placed Culmir's sword. Picking it up as he headed into his living room and began cleaning her sword thoroughly in the glow of the fire from the fireplace infront of him.
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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 15:33:41 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Mar 14, 2010 15:33:41 GMT 1
Culmîr slept soundly, though when she moved pain would lance through her body and make her eyelids flutter slightly, the soft bed did much to alleviate the pain in her muscles but the strain of moving in her sleep hurt her. Grumbling something in her sleep Culmîr shook her head "no.." she muttered "no more gravity" she mumbled, shaking her head some more as sweat beaded on her forehead.
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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 15:43:12 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Mar 14, 2010 15:43:12 GMT 1
Dracafrey did his finaly storke on the sword and dropped the cloth on the table next to him, Culmir's sword glistening from its cleaning. Slowly getting up and sheathing her sword as he carried it with him back upstairs to Culmir's room. As he entered through the doorway he saw her still sleeping and an expression of pain across her face as he muscles ached in agony. Walking to the side of her bed and placing her weapon on the nightstand beside her and picking up a cloth that was on it also quickly and gently wiped away the beads of sweat that were running down her forehead. After drying her head as best he could he left silently getting ready for his errand into town.
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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 15:51:04 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Mar 14, 2010 15:51:04 GMT 1
Culmîr breathed heavily in her sleep, her dreams becoming erratic as she flipped back and forth between her training in the low gravity chamber within the house as her training from her earlier years as a child before she was banished. Her taskmaster had been a cruel but good tutor, he was ruthless and drove Culmîr over the brink of insanity a few times during his relentless trainings, this day she had come close to slipping into that space again. By sheer will alone she had prevailed where she had not when she was younger and in her homeland, it had taken her 6 months to get well after her last training with Aarek. She calmed when she felt the soothing coolness of a damp cloth wiping at her face, her mind telling her that she was safe, within a house, with someone who cared. Sighing softly Culmîr returned to her chaotic dreams.
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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 15:57:19 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Mar 14, 2010 15:57:19 GMT 1
Dracafrey grabbing his cloak and putting it on. His figure now completely hidden as he then approached the door and opened it as he headed outside and began to make his way into town. Every step he made a small dust cloud would form around his feet, as the buildings in the distance began to grow in size with each passing minute.
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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 16:05:56 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Mar 14, 2010 16:05:56 GMT 1
Culmîrs dreams began to turn into more soothing images of her new time spend here in Erumara, a town that had once seemed so insignificant to her in comparison to the splendor of her own hometown. Yet she had never felt more at home than here, her mind showed her images of her time spend here, lingering on the happy moments as her body was slowly healing from training
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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 16:12:50 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Mar 14, 2010 16:12:50 GMT 1
Dracafrey walked into the edge of town and headed towards the tavern which was in the middle. The town was more silent then usual on this chilly night. Smirking to himself as he thought its better this way. Arriving infront of the tavern's door he pushed it open and headed straight towards the barkeep and ordered a drink. Waiting for his drink he took in his surroundings taking special interest in the figure in the corner hiding in the shadows.
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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 16:23:13 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Mar 14, 2010 16:23:13 GMT 1
After what seemed to Culmîr like a week she opened her eyes, her sight hazy and blurred but she was well rested, thankful for her venusian heritage that allowed her to sleep little and regain energy faster than most humans. Not many people knew that Culmîr wasn't indigenous to Erumara, mostly because it was such a mix of many species that no one seemed to stand out, unless you looked and acted weird. Stretching slowly Culmîr felt some of her joints pop, she groaned at the stiffness and slight ache that resided in her limbs. Sighing Culmîr decided that she could afford to stay in bed for at least another hour before she would make herself get up and wash up properly. Settling herself back into the pillows Culmîr hmm'ed softly, closing her eyes for just a little while longer
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Erumara
Mar 14, 2010 22:57:47 GMT 1
Post by xaen on Mar 14, 2010 22:57:47 GMT 1
"Damn all the luck in the world," Kyrris grumbled under his breath as he slowly sipped some white wine from his glass. "And damn that infernal undead fool Lastrin!" He sneered as he stared off into space while he setting his goblet back onto the table. His thoughts briefly wandered to the distant memories of his childhood home and of his father. With a low growl and a sip of wine Kyrris shoved those unwanted memories from his mind and pulled his cowl lower to cover his face. "This will be my second year in Erumara and I still haven't found any sign of Lastrin!" he silently fumed as he finished his wine. "At least I'm making some money by selling my swordarm in the meantime"Kyrris mused as he shifted in his long black cloak. With a heavy sigh Kyrris repotioned himself for the second time. During his fidgeting, Kyrris could not help but notice a stranger staring intently in his direction. Kyrris frowned in distaste upon seeing the strange man's sudden intrest in him. Kyrris stared back studying the man intently, for this man had deliberately hidden himself under his cloak. This mystery man had captured Kyrris' curiousity. "Regardless, he is not worth my time yet" Kyrris muttered under his breath as he regarded the stranger. At the sametime he caught one of the serving girls by the wrist as she was walking past past his table. "Would you bring me another glass of this marvelleous wine" Kyrris ordered sharply while holding his glass up to the serving girl.
"Y.y.ye.ss.s. yes sir!" The frightened girl said quickly snatching Kyrris' glass and hurrying to the bar when he released her.
Kyrris smiled in amusement at the serving girl's discomfort. The smile faded quickly as he matched stares with the otherworldly stranger.
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