originally posted in:The Roleplay League
The huntress sighed as she walked around the room. So much [i]death[/i]. Her eyes landed on a man who was propped up against a wall garbed in robes, helmet casted aside. He had short, charcoal hair, mused and ruffled, stubble lining his strong jaw. His bottom lip was split slightly by the tip of a scar that stretched down oh his neck. Her eyes stared into Amber orbs which gazed back at her lifelessly.
She looked away, turning to the ghost.
"Him."
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Edited by Deterrentnine: 9/28/2015 12:13:51 PM"But thats the easy part. the hard part is we have to take the weapon and a rune to a hive ritual area...on the dreadnaught."
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She paused to look at him before sighing and giving him a grin. "It's never easy huh?"She said with a light chuckle.
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"Yor is dead, yes. We're back at the tower outside the Village, having It be the only option considering your other body...well completely incapacitated."She answered, giving him a concerned look. "Are you okay?"