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*the man stood his ground, his whole blade and both gauntlets coated in ice*
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“I’ve…been…a…healer for…some…time…now….but…this.. Is …my…first….war”
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*the man dropped sideways off his horse, putting it between himself and the hellhound*
You aren’t going to beat me..
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*the man tutted and laughed, placing an ice clad hand on erabus’s head*
“You would have had a better chance if you’d just fine for my throat”
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*the white haired man drew his blade and stared straight into the hellhounds eyes*
*evening reached the desert and night was approaching*
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*trudging through the wilderness, Skali mumbled slightly. She was still getting use to walking long distances. While she did, one more than one occasion, have enough money to buy a horse, she never had, mistrusting the animals somewhat. She sighed, and spotting a small village in the distance, headed toward it, seeking shelter as night drew in*
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*the white haired man paused, waiting*
*Xervantes nodded and patted little wonder on the shoulder* “Good work lad. Get some rest. I’ll have orders for you later”
*the eyepatched man returned to the hut he had indicated. Guards watched Azalan closely. There were a number of abnormally large bones inside the tower*
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*Skali sighed and set out from Whiterun. Those bandits had put up a decent fight and she was sporting fresh wounds. But she had got the job done and the supplies she had should last her long enough to reach the next settlement. Even so, it was a long road to solitude. She smiled grimly, head up and alert as she walked, her ax hand ready*
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I know youre here somewhere erabus….I can smell your magic”
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*The man called out to the soldiers at the caravan* “THE HISTORIAN NEEDS HIS BAG” *a soldier hurried over, handing the bag to Azalan*
“Youre wings will remain bound. We will not be having you fly away.”
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“Mind the bones. They could be important”
*the man cut Azalan’s hands loose*
“Find anything, tell me. Use the window to enter the tower. I will wait in that hut” *he points* “escpae attempts will be punished. That is all”
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*the man glared. It was a particularly viscious, which was an achievement, seeing as he had only one eye to glare with. He indicated the tower*
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“New to….what…sir? “
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” well it took you long enough getting here” the woman growled at the soldiers. It was clear she was in no mood for nonsense.
“Take him to the tower Zen”
*the eye patched man nodded and grasped Azalan’s shoulder firmly, leading him to a lower part of the excavation site, in which the top of a tower was clear, descending into the ground*
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*the white haired man slowed his horse. Something wasn’t right*
*a red haired woman with a phoenix on her shoulder, an a man with short black hair and an eye patch approached azalan*
“This the historian?” The woman inquired