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The inside of the guardhouse was dark in the predawn. Deep clouds covered the night sky and the brightening horizon, masking the ascent of the sun and destroying whatever rays of light...

4 - He looks hawt

Iriah stiffled the growl that built up in the back of her throat. The moment Otto walked to her back and grabbed her arms, every instinct inside of her screamed out to struggle. To throw him flat on...

Iriah hit the dirt hard. Her body rolled across the uneven and dry surface. Rocks and pebbles dug into her, and the exposed skin along her arms scrapped along the rough ground before she forced...

Iriah cursed.

The single word was swallowed in the chaos erupting around her. Musashi's horse landed hard on it's front legs, it's eyes rolling with fear as the large scorpion slithered up from...

The sharp corner of the stone window sill dug into the sensitive skin of her palms. The rock was cold and unyielding in the evening air and chilled her straight to her bones. When her head came level...

Never before had Iriah found the cracks that lined a stone floor so interesting. The intricate weaving of small and large coming to together to create a spider web intrigued her mind. Or at least,...

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Iriah Caitrak's head cracked back like a whip. Splotches of colour danced in her vision a mere second before pain ripped across her temple and eye. She pushed it back. Like she'd been...

Sweet! You can always catch me in Chat to see if we can work out some more interesting interaction then hack and slash.

Looking forward to the festivities! ;)

I'm looking for someone to battle in The Citadel, or at least interact with in some way if you want to work out something more interested than a battle.

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The Citadel.

Iriah stood in the middle of the grand set of stone stairs that led up to The Citadel, Althanas' great battle arena run by the Monks of Ai'Bron. She'd been here...

Having travelled for so long alone, small talk did not come easily to Iriah. Perhaps other people would take the opportunity to spout useless granules of knowledge and stories of their...

Iriah looked over at the free lowing outfit that Musashi had picked out and highly approved. The deep green and gold embroidered shirt had long sleeves that, much like his own garb, would fit rather...

Iriah let a lazy smirk play about the corners of her lips. She liked this Akashiman. She liked the way he carried himself, with a confidence that spoke of experience and not male ego and pride. Many...

Iriah stared quietly at the siahd from the corner of her eye. His common was broken and a little on the clumsy side, but far more passable than some of the people she'd met. The clothing, aside from...

The heat of the desert felt good against her skin. For too long Iriah had stayed in Corone, content to be with Malagen and ignore the duties she had to the land and her people. She could not ignore...

"It took seven guards just to subdue him."

Iriah stopped midstep on the stone staircase, worn smooth and bowed in the middle from the passage of so many feet.

"Seven men?" She asked as she...

She could feel the torment pouring off his soul in ripples and waves. They washed over her as strong as an ocean and as potent as ayapani. Iriah wished she had the ability to calm and soothe that...

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Cameron wiped the beads of sweat from his brow. A never-ending battle really. The moment his hand came away, slick and smelling of sweat and salt, more began to form. He could feel...

The arrow hit. It pierced the flesh of his wing and tore straight through it. The pain must have been great, unbearable even for the sound that came out of the scaled being before her. His body turns...

The arrow missed. It never pierced the flesh of his wing; it merely skimmed the surface of his side. No blood even welled from the wound, yet disappointment welled from within her. Trago had some...

Sand buffeted her face. The tiny, offensive grains of rock and crystal attempted to worm their way into her clothes and rub up against her skin, chaffing it, making it raw. They even lashed against...

The answer to Trago’s question, the one Acyutani never heard, was a simple one. Desert Tribal woman preferred to fight in such a place as this. Someone who had trained for most of their lives in...

Trago, I have posted our battle.

Should We Fall...

Today marked her third opponent in this place of sand and wind and heat and sun. She had been here for time unmemorable it seemed, and yet it only spanned the lengths of a few measly months. It held...