Personality (Optional): He's a Seeker, so he kinda feels like he has to be brave for everyone, even though he could be scared out of his wits. He's got a good mask for his fear, he/s learned to cover it up well. After all, if he's scared out of his mind, who else wouldn't be?
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
ooc; alrighty! Yay! Scorchie, I'll let you know if another spot opens up! You're first on the list! Let's start this you guys!
Alora walked out of the forest with the groups dinner. She'd killed it swiftly, like she usually always tries to do. Not that she really cares. All she cares about, is providing for the Seeker. Well, to her all he was was Lord Rahl. But he refused to accept that path because of the former treachery of his brother. She saw him as Lord Rahl, so because he was next in like for the throne, as a Mord Sith, it was her job to protect him. Which included his little Wizard friend and the Mother Confessor. The last confessor of her kind. Well, they think anyway. She threw the forest rabbits down. "Dinner." She said in her sweet, cool, seductive voice. She looked at the others. "It's all that I found in this part of the midlands. So be happy with it." She walked away and sat down.
"Yum. I'm starved." Lin picked up the rabbits, skinned and gutted them, and lay them to roast on the fire. He never really understood why the Mord Sith had decided to join them, but he was grateful nonetheless. It was helpful to have others hunt every once and a while. He yawned, looking out towards the sunset, and shrugged, more to himself than anyone else.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Alora sat off from the group, listening, and watching the fire snapping and crackling. It'd been another long day. Killing people, finding things, doing quests that the Seeker thought were extremely important, when all they really do is slow them down. She rolled her eyes. This was pointless. If it wasn't for her being a Mord Sith she could be out of here by now. But, she took pride in being one. It made her powerful, not weak. "So, Seeker, where to tomorrow?"
Reever had been taking a nap on the edge of the group, as was his custom when they managed to take the time to stop. The man shifted in his light sleep but immediatly woke up to the sound of Alora's voice. His blue eyes opened tentively and he sat up, removing the cloth cap that he usually wore away from his eyes. A yawn passed his lips and out past his grizzled, stubble worn jaws. He lifted his hand to scratch the unkept stubble, as if he didnt really bother to shave every now and again. His once dark hair now was peppered with gray and silver strands of hair. The elder man looked to the other three in the camp as he rubbed his eyes, "Great, dinner. I never get tired of rabbit." The man stood and stretched out, his back popping in the process. "What i wouldnt give for a good bed. Im to old to be out here sleeping on rocks. When i was young that seemed like fun but now... Not so fun." his voice was husky and low, a sign of his age.
"Don't ask me. Ask Reever over there," he replied, pointing over to the man. He pulled the four rabbits away from the fire and handed each member their own. "'Least you bagged enough for us all," he murmured, taking a big bite out of his portion.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."