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Post by Kiet on Dec 7, 2009 15:03:39 GMT -5
Your typical small town, a bit more tourist oriented than many others throughout the countryside. If you're looking to get drunk, or get into a fight in a clothing store because you want to purchase the shoes some drunken Irishman wants, then this is the place for you.
Seriously though, not all Irish are drunks. Just most of the ones in this town, it seems.
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Post by versora on Dec 8, 2009 1:33:26 GMT -5
Versora steps off the train and took a deep breath of cool fresh, and crisp air, the hill in the distance showed off their emerald beauty for all to see, and she smiles, to her Ireland was and will always be her home, "Well since we are here, we could have lunch at my Order's headquarters. No finer cooking than Brother Ian's."
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Dec 8, 2009 1:36:51 GMT -5
Naruman turned back to his human form. "Okay that sounds nice. You know Ireland brings back so many awesome memories for me. Some not so good memories to, but all in all. I love this place."
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Post by versora on Dec 8, 2009 22:16:14 GMT -5
Versora nods. "Ah, I've lived here most o' me life, until recently, the monastery isna far from here. I have some memories here as well, an' one I wish tae forget."
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Dec 8, 2009 22:21:37 GMT -5
"We all have some things we wish to forget. I'm no different." Naruman clenched his fist tight then open his hand again. "Oh well. Do you have a favorite thing you like about this place or do you like everything here?"
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Post by versora on Dec 8, 2009 22:25:53 GMT -5
Versora smiles sadly in thought, then her expression changes to normal, "Oh, aye. I do. Th' wee lil' cottage I was brought up in. It wasna far from from th' lake. Me adopted father ran a wee farm."
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Dec 8, 2009 22:31:21 GMT -5
"Sounds amazing. If I picked could pick any type of house I wanted to live in, it would either be a log cabin or cottage in a forest and by a waterfall or lake." Naruman thought back to the days of the past where life was simple. He missed out on that life so much it ached. "Lady Versora, what does the Order do?"
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Post by versora on Dec 8, 2009 22:40:26 GMT -5
She puffs out her chest in pride, even though she normally doesn't, "We are trained ta protect mankind, we are a secret Order. Th' Order o' the Holy Fist. We eradicate those who would dare hurt humans for no reason. We use th' ancient ways that Man has forgotten and no longer believes in. Along with martial arts. But tha' is mostly what we do, we protect those from the evil creatures that would dare harm them."
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Dec 8, 2009 22:48:27 GMT -5
"Wow, good cause. Twould be nice to see more groups fighting to protect this world from evil knowing that there is much evil to be stopped." Naruman stopped walking. A tremendous pain cause by a previous battle came back. "One moment" Six months before, Naruman was impaled with a tainted sword. It hasn't healed properly since then even with treatment. The pain was centered in his chest and back just a few millimeters from his spine. Naruman continued to walk pretending nothing happened.
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Post by versora on Dec 8, 2009 22:54:07 GMT -5
Versora could sense the pain and she has a concerned look on her face, "Would ye like some help wi' tha'? I am most gifted in healing magics. 'Tis why I am called the White Hand, also because my hands glow a soft white when I use my combat magic."
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Dec 8, 2009 23:02:29 GMT -5
"That would be well appreciated. I might be poisoned though. Could be why I get this pain often." Naruman took of his trenchcoat revealing the scar on his back and chest. There was a malignant internal infection which strengthened the pain.
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Post by versora on Dec 8, 2009 23:42:31 GMT -5
Versora nods, she gets a good look at his scar and was reminded of her own, but she shakes the thought aside. She plants her staff into the soft soil and steps closer, her hands glow a soft white and she lifts them up and places them on the wound, she starts speaking in a language that is not normally heard, "Amin yel-taty-fir-fea en Arda. Amin utune-lle en fallan el harw mellonamin." [Elven for I call upon the psirit of the Earth. I ask you to heal the wound of my friend] her hands glow a bit brighter when she finished the encantation and the healing energies she stored flowed into the wound.
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Dec 9, 2009 10:44:19 GMT -5
"Ahhhh." The pain left Naruman's body as did the infection. However the scar remained reminding him of the injury. "You are amazing Versora." Naruman put on his trenchcoat and smiled at Versora. "I owe you one." Naruman flexed his back and then relaxed. "I do feel 100%. Thank you."
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Post by versora on Dec 9, 2009 22:58:03 GMT -5
Versora smiles, and it seems to have brightened up her aura, "Ye are verra welcome. I donna like ta see others in pain." she lowers her hands as the glowing fades.
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Dec 9, 2009 23:03:30 GMT -5
"Ay neither do I. If there was one thing I wanted to ever learn, it would be to heal someone. What an amazing gift." Naruman turned into the form of a small dove. "I feel quite happy at the moment." He circled around Versora. "I almost forgot. Meeting with the order?"
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