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(I think I'll make my appearance now.)
Voices whispered through the darkness. Some where familiar, some where but distant memories. Two stood out louder than the rest
Wake up. You've been gone long enough, and I am starting to become thirsty again.
Yes, please. Normally I just loooove laying around, but this is seriously starting to become boring.
A groan, booming loud compared to the voices, thundered through the darkness. It took a moment, but the listener realized two things. The first was that she was the one who had made the groan. The second was that she was a she.
Light cracked the darkness, various colors swimming across it. Sensations filled her consciousness, drawing her further into this world. Memory fell into place.
She was Relasta, owner and forger of Andl'at and Fyst, daughter of Daniel, who was dead. And she was in pain.
Groaning again, Relasta found that she still possessed control over her body, and slowly pushed herself up. Some of the pain went away, along with one of the voices. She recognized the missing voice as that of Fyst, and realized that her head had been lying on her hilt.
She shook her head, then winced as sharp pain exploded in her shoulder. She remembered a collision with a wall, and her shoulder being in the wrong place. She looked at her shoulder, and was relieved to find it properly set in its socket. Still, it would be a while before she could safely use her arm.
Andl'at was grasped in her hand, the pitch black metal seeming to create a hole in the air. Barely visible runes covered its surface.
She winced again. "Wish it was good to be back." She raised her eyes to find three men in the cockpit. One she recognized as the companion her father had been with before he died. Another was the man who had seemingly appeared put of thin air, who had a wolfgirl as his companion. The third she didn't recognize.
She frowned. "Excuse me?" she asked as she looked at Andl'at.
The former companion of your father. His name is Torvus.
Relasta's frown deepened. "How do you know that?"
He pulled me from the door.
My name is Zanon. I am a regular at Joeyray's and the unofficial forum sheriff of Joeyray's.
My (unofficial) job is to give a brief orientation to new RPers at Joeyray's Bar. This includes relevant facts about myself and others.
The first and most important thing is: BLIZZARD'S CODE OF CONDUCT.
You can find this on the bottom of any page on the forum. In them you will find all the things that they can ban you for.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Thundercrash (He isn't here right now) knows what he is talking about, but really any of the people here can be counted on to answer a serious question.
As a courtesy to others, do not kill their characters. Also try to keep your punctuation in top form. We have a lot of perfectionists here, as this is primarily a story forum.
More information is available on:
----------IMPORTANT NOTE ABOUT ME----------
I am an easy going person but, if you post something that contains x-rated or downright disgusting material I WILL REPORT YOU.
I have reported two people for this, and they were both PERMANENTLY banned.
"Last time I checked, just because you forge a sword, doesn't mean it knows your name. There has to be a reasonable explanation rather then, "Yeah, the swords just talk, deal with it." Mark took a deep breath.
"Let's get to that outpost and find out what the Apparition is doing in protoss space and why it looks like it has gone through God's washing machine and used as target practice."
"True, but then would it either be completely incinerated or we'd see the remains of the protoss ship. Not only that, but the apparition doesn't have any military weapons, just what is needed to destroy astroids."
Relasta vaguely caught the men's words. Her head was still buzzing slightly from her shoulder. "You mentioned that you were thirsty."
I am. I have been aiding you as much as I can while you rested. It has been somewhat draining.
She nodded, and rolled up the sleeve on her recently injured arm. Dozens of cut marks and scars covered her arm, giving her skin its own terrain features. Taking a deep breath, she laid the cool edge of the sword on a clear patch of skin and slowly pulled.
A single red drop of blood spilled on from the cut, and a curious sort of not-pain filled her, almost like euphoria. The pain in her shoulder faded, and she could sense Andl'at's satisfaction.
She smiled slightly, feeling a little light headed. "Good girl."
Edited by Thundercrash on 10/9/2012 2:28 PM PDT
Mark began to stand up to see the scanner clearer when he noticed Relesta cutting herself.
"Whoa!" is all he could make out, so he just pointed. "What are you doing Relefta!? Relefta? Relesca! No... It had a "S" in there somewhere... Whatever, not the point, what are you doing!?"
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