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Post by Kaotic on May 14, 2014 20:36:12 GMT -5
Sina looked at the tiny village. so much like the ones from her hazy dream memories of carnage and blood. She shivered. "I's said i'm leav'n bainy a trail." She hummed as she shook the surrounding earth. 'besides this place angers me.' She grinned at the screams issuing from the homes. she loved to terrorize the locals. 'bainy might not like it.' She thought. 'that man is a bit too attached to his morals.' She smiled as she smelled the blood and ceased her attack. 'no one's dead.' She laughed at the cries coming from the children of Myo village. 'But bain should know I was here.' She looked up at the pillar towering beside her. She'd pinned her torn cloths to the thing with a note that teased her bain. 'You still owe me a new outfit.' it read. She'd positioned pits around it so no one could remove it before bain got there. She skipped through myo with a lolly and wearing a child's dress she'd found hanging on someone's line. She hummed a joyful tune about murder as she continued out the village and on towards seaway city.
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Post by mobsterlicous on May 15, 2014 2:00:59 GMT -5
Bain walked into the frightened village. It looked as if though someone attacked it nearly a day ago. Rubble could still be strewn in the streets. There were family's left homeless, bruised, and bloodied. He gave his grey coat, revealing his the black leather cuirass and straps he used as armor, to an aging man who had a broken arm. The man silently gave his thanks. He walked to a towering pillar finding Sina's note. "Why would she attack the village?" There was more then a hint of anger in his voice as he crumpled the note. A small boy walked up to him with a bloody forehead. His eyebrow appeared to be swollen, and blood dripped down into his eye. Bain dug through his pack giving the boy a bandage before setting off down the hill back towards the village. A blacksmith nearby was remarkably un-damaged, and one of their swords had caught his eye. It was a shiny black double edged blade. It felt heavy in his hands as he took a few practice swings. He exchanged his double bladed sword for it, and payed a little extra for the fine craftsmanship and made his way out of the village.
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