Deep in Tai's subconscious, Tai is in combat with...well...himself. Matched, strike for strike, parry for parry, he finds himself gaining no foothold. "I thought you were locked away. How are you doing this to me now?"
<Yeah, I suppose.> Aggron relaxes slightly. <One thing, though.>
't know if you were watching my match or not, but if you were--did you see how it ended? Some mage...some white mage, I think...basically saved my life.> Aggron closes his eyes briefly, recalling how the white spell had felt as it coursed through him.
Aggron looks over at Cyouni, carefully. 't go searching for that mage right now, because this healer's about to tie me to the bed.> Aggron is not projecting hard, but he's not masking it from the others, either.
<But you can help me, here.> Aggron pauses, and when he projects again, it sounds like he changed thoughts midway through. <Did you see who it was?>
Cyouni gives a small dip of the head, then frowns. "Didn't look like she was paying attention until the last minute. I'd guess she was contracted by the Arena for protection. Sure you want me to get her for you?"
<Yes. If you can find her.> Aggron pauses, then goes on.
<It might be odd to you, but it's part of my heritage. I started out...well, as prey. You save the life of one of my species, and he owes you his life. I may have become a little more sophisticated since then, but a life debt is still a life debt. It doesn't matter who she is, or even why she did it; I need to find her, thank her, and offer to help her. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least try.>
OOC: Sorry it took so long to reply, but you're in invisible mode again (I think), so I didn't know you were online.
Deep in Tai's subconscious, Tai is in combat with...well...himself. Matched, strike for strike, parry for parry, he finds himself gaining no foothold. "I thought you were locked away. How are you doing this to me now?"
After what seemed like an eternity Tai could feel his nose break and blood start to run down his face.
At that moment, the dark Tai swiped at Tai's legs, taking his footing out from underneath him and forcing him to fall on his back. The dark Tai then raised his blade high, ready to send a fatal stab to Tai's chest.
Then, out of nowhere, a thin, curved blade protruded through the other's chest. Blood flowed from the wound and his mouth, and dark Tai dropped his blade, and slump3d to the ground.
Before Tai stood a man in a bright blue cloak with brilliant eyes. He cleaned his blade, sheathed his sword and disappeared.
Suddenly, Tai awoke to the sounds of frantic medics that were tending to his wounds.
"Druid, right? No, half-druid. Druids are prone to such outbursts, think nothing of it. Do it again, however, and I'll make you as brainless as a Baloth."
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't know if you were watching my match or not, but if you were--did you see how it ended? Some mage...some white mage, I think...basically saved my life.> Aggron closes his eyes briefly, recalling how the white spell had felt as it coursed through him.
Aggron looks over at Cyouni, carefully. 't go searching for that mage right now, because this healer's about to tie me to the bed.> Aggron is not projecting hard, but he's not masking it from the others, either.
<But you can help me, here.> Aggron pauses, and when he projects again, it sounds like he changed thoughts midway through. <Did you see who it was?>
<It might be odd to you, but it's part of my heritage. I started out...well, as prey. You save the life of one of my species, and he owes you his life. I may have become a little more sophisticated since then, but a life debt is still a life debt. It doesn't matter who she is, or even why she did it; I need to find her, thank her, and offer to help her. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least try.>
OOC: Sorry it took so long to reply, but you're in invisible mode again (I think), so I didn't know you were online.
"Don't worry. I understand." Cyouni offers a small smile before turning to go. "I'll see what I can do."
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After what seemed like an eternity Tai could feel his nose break and blood start to run down his face.
At that moment, the dark Tai swiped at Tai's legs, taking his footing out from underneath him and forcing him to fall on his back. The dark Tai then raised his blade high, ready to send a fatal stab to Tai's chest.
Then, out of nowhere, a thin, curved blade protruded through the other's chest. Blood flowed from the wound and his mouth, and dark Tai dropped his blade, and slump3d to the ground.
Before Tai stood a man in a bright blue cloak with brilliant eyes. He cleaned his blade, sheathed his sword and disappeared.
Suddenly, Tai awoke to the sounds of frantic medics that were tending to his wounds.
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When he looked like he was ready to explode, Aramil released his breath, and returned to the Benalian tent, intending to check up on Tai.
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"You alive?"
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