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Post by numa412 on Nov 11, 2003 10:21:56 GMT -5
Erm, yeah... Just decided to start one of these for no particular reason other than to get my RP's out of my head. ;D So, ah, here you go!
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Post by numa412 on Nov 11, 2003 10:27:32 GMT -5
Azkur squinted up at the cloudy sky, wiping the sweat from his brow as he did so. A storm was coming; the humidity was almost unbearable. He wished a wind would pick up: he preferred a chill to heat without any hesitation.
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Post by numa412 on Nov 11, 2003 10:38:09 GMT -5
"Hey, Kur? Mind giving us a hand here?"
Azkur turned reluctantly to face the rest of his band. There were four in all, three besides himself: Nevred, Saarn, and Cirith. All equally worn and wearied, Azkur could only gaze at them for a long while.
"Kur!" Nevred said sharply.
Azkur jumped. "What, Nev?" he asked, cursing his tendancy to daydream.
Nevred, a former thief who still retained some of his surreptitious habits, regarded him stonily. At last, he replied, "Did you hear my first request, Kur? I asked if you would help us pack up camp."
Azkur rubbed his eyes as if attempting to rid himself of a headache. "Ahm. Yea. Yea, I'll be right there."
Nevred continued to study him, a dubious frown on his scarred face.
"I'm fine, Nev. Really, I am. It's just the weather - you know I dislike the mugginess."
The former thief snorted. "All too well. You complain of it constantly" - he waved aside Azkur's protests - "and you don't always have to put words to those complaints."
Abruptly he strode away, leaving Azkur to mull over his words.
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Post by numa412 on Nov 11, 2003 10:42:41 GMT -5
OoC: I have to go. Ta.
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