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((I'm sorry for how long it's been - I can't say this won't happen again, but hopefully not too often.))

Leif shook himself awake and quickly got out of the bed. He felt his dagger, still sheathed to his waist. Evidently, he had forgotten to remove it before sleeping. His sword, however, rested against the wall. He moved towards it and picked it up. Despite the darkness, it seemed to shine brightly. Too brightly for fire, but there was no other light which could reach it. His tired mind shrugged off the obscure observation and secured his sword against his belt. He walked out of the room, and reflexively threw out his limb with the finely crafted dagger inside.

The dazed old man standing in front of him jolted backwards, stumbling away. Leif quickly sheathed the weapon and continued on his way. He was on edge, but that was to be expected. This was his first mission during which he was in command. He was expected to be nervous. But no! He was a Garlant. He was exceptional. He was brave. He couldn't be nervous. However, he could be alert. Yes, that was what him. Alert and ready to begin the day.

Have you considered making a planet that is habitable, and perhaps populated by your own custom mobs?

EDIT: I see you have something similar. My fault.

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Probably the same thing as me.

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Yeah, for a =REDACTED=...

((Yeah, Firewave seems to be gone. We can go ahead.))

Ardin waited until the growling beast left, then rolled over and slept. He would have a harder time tomorrow than he knew.

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Karthra entered the bathing rooms. They were located outside the inn, between the doors that lead to rooms, in a sort of miniature vila. She valued being clean, and the schot countryside was filthy. The small wooden room had a stove on which to heat water, a stone basin and a bucket of water. On the shelves there was soap, a razor and some sort of sponge she could only assume was imported.

Warming up the water, Karthra listened. One hardly had to watch the area to be on watch, and with the washrooms just outside the regular rooms she would easily hear someone enter their room as all the doors had bells.

She started washing her hair, then discovered there had been several burs in it. These little spike balls came from plants and clung to any surface they could. Removing them was a pain, but she managed.

After the two hours had passed, she got dressed and headed back. After walking Leif with a nudge she went to bed without a word. She was exhausted.

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We need good modeler to create animal models. If you are interested to help us, contact me by PM. Thanks.

We can make textures.

There are tons of Modelers out there. PCAwesomeness, Raptorfarian,Blue streak. You might ask them.

Also, I might be able to help. Not sure yet.

((Hoping for word from The General entered the log cabin styled manor. The main room in front of him was adorned with a great fireplace, setting chairs and a bear skin rug. He knew the latter well. It was the Bear of Kliensberg.

The small village to the south, Kliensberg, had been under attack for weeks by this large male bear. When standing on his hind legs, the bear had been fourteen feet tall. The beast killed livestock, raided crops and broke into homes, killing families. Parties of warriors, some on horseback, had attempted to kill the bear. He tossed the swordsmen aside and bowled over the horsemen and their mounts. It was as if the village had been besieged. That was, until the Alchemist arrived. Using his engineering skills, he employed hunting dogs to fight and lure out the bear, and then, using a great ballista, killed the giant beast as it charged him. The Alchemist was the man who had met him at the door.

"Well, Ara-"

"You will address me as General."

"Yes General. What can I do for you."

"You recall young Karthra don't you?" Arant inquired.

"But of course."

"And do you know of commander Leif?"

"Yes, he was promising. I think he may be a great leader, despite being of the new generation."

"Fine, fine. I need some special weapons to send them. I told Karthra I would send more supplies halfway through their trip. Once she sends word, we will send them. Are the weapons I requested ready?"

"The fire powder based ones? Of course. They are ready to be unleashed upon the savages of the south"

"Excellent..."

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(Okay, forget the system, , you're allowed more 2 more characters if you only have one, I might open up apps again if a few characters are dead. Also, should there be an IC thread? As sometimes it is a little confusing, and there's no late time to put up one.)

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Aside from ourselves? Leif thought, but he dared not say this. As a leader, he needed to show far more competence. His attitude had to be completely serious, and when he did joke, that joke had to be very impressive. So instead of his joke, he formed a sentence of more serious nature, and he spoke this sentence.

"I do not see clearly how our acquaintances will act, but this Kyle has aroused my suspicion, and with the suspicion of one, many others whom the light does not shine upon directly become suspects in their own right. I believe simply that chances should not be taken when risks include the lives of those who matter to the Garlant cause." His words were crisp, his voice monotonous.

Finally the two reached the inn. It was a respectable establishment, and in the midnight's light were shining countless fires, each producing its own warm light that welcomed the night travellers. Leif stopped very close to the entrance, and he turned to face Karthra, so they could speak in hushed whispers without unfriendly ears seizing their messages.

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Fenrir bursts out of the trees, simply to feed on the dead tyrannosaur's corpse. After taking a few bites, he sees all the other theropods looking at him in horror.

"What?", he asks.

Red, Chippy, and Keira go on to look for any other of their comrades, mainly to see what's going on...

Ranger was still scanning the area, he knew the humanoid was around somewhere. There it was, the heat signature was about 200ft away. It was a small one. He could "see" the figure based on ground vibrations. And heat from their footprints.

"No one should be out here in the alleys." He thought to himself. He started to trot in a dog like fashion. Suddenly he caught other signatures, much larger. They are approaching the smaller one. His wolf like trot morphed into a cheetah like sprint. His eyes went red as the sensors went into overdrive.The larger signatures were upon the smaller one now, obviously kicking the fallen one. 20ft and closing. The smaller one went off the scanner as it was lifted into the air. Then came back as it was thrown to the ground. He rounded the corner to where the action was.

A young Minabi girl, around 20 or so, was surrounded by a group of mixed race. She was small and looked unhealthy. The groups clothing was thuggish, while one, a Minabi, wore a fur coat and hat. He stood with a cane in his hand, the top of which was bejeweled. Ranger crouched, the risk of the girl getting hurt was to high to rush in while they had her surrounded.

((Not entirely sure if the rest of this is PG-13 by some people's standards. You've been warned.))

The Minabi pulled out a pistol, it was at this point time froze. Several things happened. First, the thugs raised their iron clad fists and blunt force weapons, the leader leveled his pistol, and Ranger jumped from behind the dumpster. His gun deployed onto his back in mid air, and was ready to fire when he landed. This was it, someone was going to leave dead.

((Sorry if that was a bit too dark, I edited it from an even more dark version I had written. I just figured that big cities are dirty places, not matter what planet you live on. Also, I wanted to ask if I could submit an App for my third charrie, and also ask something about deaths. If I kill one of my characters, for good, is their spot open for a new one?))

((I'll come back, Just not right now. I have sooo many RP's to do.))

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"Get sufficient food for the trip," Patroo suggested, turning as he walked away from Fellatia. He called back in a similar manner "I'll be in the more dangerous areas."

He wasn't entirely sure of what weaponry she had, but with Ranger, he doubted that she had need for any. He certainly didn't need for her to need any while she was on his ship, but he might buy her a pistol or something akin to it. Where he was going, there were plenty of pistols - among other, even less savoury products. It was essentially the black market of this portion of New Vini, except it was completely legal. It also happened to be where "Nova Vinny" made his palace.

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((No problem. Is it bad that I read "Ardin" as Arant and I didn't realize my mistake until it said "...find a place to call home again..."?))

Leif ambled in the direction of the inn, analysing Kyle's behaviour. Why is he so concerned with our well being? Leif wondered, imagining Fairlan counter-espionage efforts taking place in Sitheachdon. But if they were already here, and they knew that Leif and Karthra were at least suspectable, then why hadn't they reported them to the Sitheachdon chiefdom? They want to see what our next move is. If they are to glean information from our actions, then we must be exceedingly careful. There could be spies anywhere. Or perhaps they plan to entrap us, and then torture us for information? Leif had no idea how far from reality his thoughts had strayed, but he continued to think of counter counter-espionage manoeuvres. When would they have a greater chance to imprison us without great fanfare than when we sleep in an abode which they have given us? Deciding to inform Karthra, Leif looked to his left and noticed that Karthra had been walking far more quickly than he had; as a result, she was now just over a meter ahead of him. He quickly surpassed her pace and then matched it when he was on par with her.

"I suggest we alternate between resting and being alert, so as not to find ourselves susceptible to surprise attacks," Leif suggested, mentally reserving himself to the first shift. They were now within striking distance of the inn.
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Having found nothing unusual with the soldiers' tardiness, Elizabeth had gone to what she would now claim as her room, and she set about preparing herself to sleep. There was nothing more to do that day, and all things for tomorrow had already been considered to the greatest extent possible. Therefore, her mind was calm as she lay down to rest, and she quickly fell into sleep.
((And congratulations for 101 posts in the thread!))

Karthra remained entirely calm, but still acknowledged Leif. "Have you detected a spy?"

Her Commanding Officer had proven competent, thus far, and she had no reason to doubt him. But this was sudden, and odd...





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Chelsette moved stealthily throughout the facility of the walls. Having obtained a hay hook from the stables, she now had a grappling hook. From there, she found one of the watchtowers that was built into the wall, empty. She moved up the pine stairs of the tower, the lack of light telling her that the top was indeed empty to.

From the top she could see everything. The village below, dark save for a few pubs and homes, the farms, the gardens, and, in the center, a great house. This, she decided, must belong to the Count. She hooked onto the side of the tower and began her slow decent to the ground. It would have been easier to go through a gate, but much more risky. She controlled her breathing, slowly grappling down the side, and finally, touching the ground.

With a jerk and jiggle of the rope she dislodged the hook. Winding the rope up, she continued down the narrow street.

A sound behind her.

Grrrr....

She turned to see a large dog had been following her, and he looked less than pleased. Chelsette crouched and held out her hand, making kissing noises. "Come on Mon petit choit."

The dog calmed down and let her pet him. He was huge, around three feet tall at the shoulder. It panted as she pet it on the head, then walked away. Chelsette was glad it hadn't barked, that would have been disaster. Continuing on the brick road, she realised just how much she hated Landon cities. The air was still and lifeless, the streets dirty and wet, nothing like her sea side home had been. But puddles were hardly the worst thing on the streets, for up ahead was a Landon guard...

((I should write for the General soon, I've just been so busy.))