|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 8:40 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 8:59 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 9:06 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 9:43 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 3:21 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 8:14 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 2:17 pm
|
|
|
|
Jorva rolled his eyes, glancing the direction she pointed. Now that he was listening for it, he could hear their movement. He gave a frustrated sigh, looking back to her. "Well, that makes this an easy choice..." He looked up as a storm system barreled in, out of nowhere. There was no way this was natural. Something was up. "Great..." He gave another quick glance before beginning to move the opposite direction of the incoming soldiers. As he began moving, he looked back to her, gesturing to follow him. "Come on. I'm not about to fight my own comrades..." He continued, aloud, though more meant to be speaking to himself. "I've softened the Stone enough as it is..." He needed a plan. Right now, he was helping a magi out of trouble, for no other reason than a whim, and he was avoiding his own fellow troops. It seemed, at least for now, the only thing he could do was keep her out of trouble, and, possibly, see find the cause of this storm. He did, after all, have a magi taking orders from him. Maybe he could use that. he shook his head. He'd get to that when he got to it. for now, finding a safe place to plan their next step was the priority.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 10:32 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 10:49 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 11:16 pm
|
|
|
|
Jorva took a slight step back in surprise. "Uh... wow." he had to admit, she pulled off the land dweller look very well. he stopped himself short, before he spoke again, only now hearing the footsteps. He glanced back to her, muttering under his breath, partly to himself, "now just to keep cool." He took a deep breath, before looking down towards the footsteps. The fingers of his right hand mad their way towards his gun, hovering over the handle, just in case there was trouble. If they were soldiers, there most likely wouldn't be, but he couldn't be too careful, all things considered.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 11:25 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 12:18 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 5:18 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|