Maethoriel: Short in stature, brown hair, brown eyes. She is known for being generally untrustworthy. Maethoriel dislikes giving out personal information and is very good at avoiding the subject of herself, while getting information about others. She's fiercly loyal to those she counts as friends, and would rather fight than talk out a fight. This is why she generally has several wounds and carries a cane with her at all times, even if it isn't necessary.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

(-pokes Maeth- Some obscure mission for the two of them? You start and I shall just jump in...)

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By Goldstrike

The woman walked through the woods. Her small form, clad in green and browns blends in rather well with her surroundings. She holds a sickle as a weapon, as she is useless with long range weapons, and can hardly find a sword that she likes.

Maethoriel glanced about her surroundings, a scarred brow knitting together "Lost, lost....utterly lost," she said with a shake of her head. Turning right she decided to follow an instinct, not that they have been much help lately. "Aha!" came the cry of delight as she spotted a group of soldiers, none of which seem to be in good shape.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Another woman, clad in Ranger garb, mutters darkly as a branch scratches her neck. Another few hundred meters and she stops, suddenly alert. Hearing quiet voices she takes a small step forward, and managed to trip on a tree branch. Wincing she opens here eyes to see a pair of boots not a foot away and sits up in a hurry. Looking up... "Maetheoriel?!" She whispers

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By Goldstrike

Letting out a laugh that is more jovial than musical (aquired during a stay with dwarves), she looked down at her friend. Her smile is joking as she held out a free hand. "Many greetings, my friend," came the reply as she confirmed the ranger's question.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Standing with a quiet laugh, "Good to see you again my dear friend. Its been too long." Casting a glance at the forest with a grimace, "Although there could be better places, I'll admit." Placing a hand on the hilt of her sword and jerking her head in the direction of the warriors nearby, "Should we have a peek?"

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By Goldstrike

She grinned visciously at the comment, "What better place to see a friend than a battle field? After all if we die, at least we know someone can tell stories of our departure from this world." Laughing, her tone turned a bit happier, "I do confess I have missed my friend's face. It is good to see you as well," she unsheathed a dagger with her free hand, twirling it expertly, "Yes, let's go, curiosity is getting the better of me." Still grinning she walked towards the other group.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

With a shake of her head and a little laugh she falls into step beside the shorter woman. "You, Maeth, never seize to amaze me with your attitude." She suddenly stops, her eyes narrowing, "Something just isnt right about this place... Ive been wandering here for a week and I've had this funny feeling. These people might know something... Attack or ask?"

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By Goldstrike

The grin remained as she drawled "I shall take that as a compliment. People are too predictable in this age." She didn't stop, but called out over her shoulder, "Normally I'd say fight, but considering our enemy rarely leaves survivors, I'm going to ask."

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Kneeling behind some bushes she flips out a small, poison-tipped dagger a wicked grin on her face, "Just in case... You never know." With a tilt of her head she squints at the small group. "They dont look none too good, but one never knows anymore." With a sigh she glances at Maeth, "Dont you miss when the bad guys just barges through with their hue armies and you knew who they were more or less. The world has gotten far too sneaky for the likes of me. But then again, one adjusts..."

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By Goldstrike

She shrugs and laughs "Well you know, I always have at least one out. Ah well, they won't do us any harm half of them are falling over themselves." Chuckles at the last comment "My dear, I am one of those sneaks you complain about, or so I am told." Laughing she continues onward, twirling her knife, more out of boredom than anything else now.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Chuckling softly, "I should have known. Well as I said one adjusts... I think I may have accidentally have become one, more or less. I mean I am a pirate now dear." With a sniff she shrugs and mutters, "Here goes nothing." With a light jump she clears the bushes and lands at the edge of the clearing, in plain view of the group. "Afternoon strangers." A hand on the hilt of her sword, her voice clear and crisp, rings out through the tree-less space.

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And all will turn to silver glass...



By Goldstrike

With a shake of her head she retorts "You aren't one if you still refer to them as a seperate group," chuckles and leans lazily on a tree, nodding to the group as Saira makes introductions. She has never been one for making good first impressions, and finds that having others introduce her, makes her sound better than she really is. The thought itself brings a small smile to her face.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Rain just finnished Threng's rough bandages and had leaned back with a sigh when two woman walked into the clearing where the battle had taken place. As force of habbit, Rain reached for her sword hilt, and tried to stand too abrutly. Her head started to spin, and she dropped to her knees then let her but fall to lean on her heels all the while keeping hand on hilt of sword.
"Evening more like it," she grunted, eyeing the two woman then added. "Strangers."

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Rain just finnished Threng's rough bandages and had leaned back with a sigh when two woman walked into the clearing where the battle had taken place. As force of habbit, Rain reached for her sword hilt, and tried to stand too abrutly. Her head started to spin, and she dropped to her knees then let her but fall to lean on her heels all the while keeping hand on hilt of sword.
"Evening more like it," she grunted, eyeing the two woman then added. "Strangers."

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08