Thread: Silver River Tavern
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now when you get up we can actually stop talking about sleep, which i am going to be needing soon...
**drizzt awakens with a start not even noticing that he had dosed off his mind had put him to sleep while his body healed.** Whats going on round these parts **he asks softly to himself.**
i may bring in another mounts later.
no i am not copying your old character rue. this is something completely different.
Rue stepped outside and whistled sharply, a moment later her own mount joined them, she walked over with a smile and pulled some carrots from her pocket. "There we go", she said happily.
Race-Northern Punja rougue
Appearance-Long, braided blood red hair, green eyes, tanned skin
Clothing- Gray and black mercenary garb, face covered by oversized hood and robes
Weapons-Throwing knives, daggers, broadsword,cwellen
Apprenticing the Druidic arts from Walker Boh & Ahren Elessidel
Sword- Jivatma( Northern soul sucking sword, when keyed) Holds power of the northern banshee storms
Ability-Wishsong (Terry Brooks's)
Elements- Air & ice
Personality-Serious, cold, moody
Seeing the others calling to horses or getting on horses and stuff, she groaned and let go of the doorfacing. Knealing down, Ice lifts her head to the early morning sky and lets out a long, high-pitched howl. An answering howl comes back to her a few minutes later, followed by a few short neighing sounds. It seemed in response to those sounds Ice's brow bunched up and she rolled her eyes, saying, "Oi! You great oaf, get over here, now! I've not the time for your uselessness!"
Suddenly a tall black stallion came running towards her and didn't stop. Ice, knowing the horse too well, stayed stock-still. The horse's muscles rippled across its pure black hide as it skidding to a stop right in front of Icey and whinied happily.
"Ah yes, good morning to you, too," she said, angrily. The horse pawed the ground at her feet and nudged her shoulder, looking at her with its great green eyes. Glancing up at the stallion, Icey cried, "Aww... I can't stay mad at you, Taurnil. Come 'ere!" she wrapped her arms around the horse's neck and vaulted to its bare back.
The horse neighed softly. "Where've we to go, you ask?" Taurnil nodded his head up and down. "Well, we go to, um...let's just put it this way, we go to battle," she replied rubbing the horse's neck.
[Mee-sa loves ze horsey!]