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KnightSkye Reforged

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  1. "Yeah. I've fought a lot. I've been hit. Most of the time I've been hit less than a dealt out." He threw his coat back on. "...A few of those scars are from me. And one I took protecting someone. The way it should be." He pulled his sword out of the mud and cleaned the end of the scabbard with a rag. "Ok. Breakfast?"
  2. Every surge. Unless you also have feruchemy. WYR meet meet Tanavast, or Korvelium?
  3. "Don't bite that scabbard too much Eepy. It's made of ebony and I don't want to damage it top much." He stripped off his dirty clothes and dropped them on the hilt of his sword too. He pulled a fresh set out of his satchel and left them on top of it. Taking his soap out of the satchel he went further into the river and bathed. His scars ached in the cold water. They covered him, a few on his back, a few on his chest. More on his legs, especially his shins, and by far the most on his arms. The most prominent was a burn scar on his left shoulder. They all hurt. They always did if it the temperature changed too fast. Or if the humidity changed, as they stretched differently from the rest of his skin. He finished, then started washing his clothes. Once done with that, he simply flared fire all across his body, drying him in a moment and getting dressed again. He felt better, clean and dry, the nightmare washed off.
  4. "Thank you Eepy." Cadewyn went down to the bank and stabbed the scabbard of his sword a few inches into the mud, the strap hanging off of it. He hung his coat on the hilt. How much is Eepy going to... Ok, how embarrassing is this going to get depending on Eepy's questions, or will she let Cadewyn bathe in peace?
  5. Wait. I just remembered my heritage. *record scratch* *Bagpipes start belting out Flower of Scotland* *Dons kilt, claymore, socks, and dirk* *Starts drinking brandy* *in Scottish accent* FREEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!
  6. Yes. It bugs you. So I keep doing it. It also ensures that you reply to pretty much any post I make that you see. It's great. (I can stop if it bugs you too much though. I love my grandmother.)
  7. Yes. So glad to find a man of culture who has also read the silmarillion.
  8. Thank you for standing up for my rights mother! *dons suit, top hat, and monicle. Conjures another cup of tea.* *god save the queen grows louder.*
  9. Yes, but I'm traditional. *god save the queen starts playing in the background as I sip tea and avoid spices.*
  10. For the death aniversery, he wanted to propose the extremely difficult idea of attempting to not only make the Red Book, but mass produce it. The deathiversay was simply an excuse to mount this grand expodition.
  11. So basically, the Red Book is the book written by Bilbo that contains the entire legendarium of middle earth. It is what is translated into the hobbit, lotr, ect. according to the in-world reason for the existence of the books.
  12. " Ok. Do you know where a stream, or pond around here might be? I need to clean my clothes and bathe."
  13. Granted, but you are now bound to Odium. I wish to bond a spren and become a windrunner.
  14. The fire cooled. The flames eating at his soul dimmed. That Voice. It was Eepy. She was asking if he was OK. "No. I'm not ok Eepy. I don't know if I every will be." He looked at her concerned face and remembered it dead, those bright eyes dull and lifeless, and he shuddered. "But I'm better now. For now. It'll be fine." He looked up towards the sky. "What time is it?"
  15. You joke, but I have been accused of being drunk before. A combo of too little sleep, too much sugar, and adrenaline, makes me act really drunk. Ask @MirkerLurker if you don't believe me. Yeah, it took a while to convince my mother one of those times that I hadn't actually gotten drunk.
  16. Nop. Eye shpel thinnnngs fyne. Eye's grate at shpeeling. Teh bets ewe mite say.
  17. You too! That word just makes sense as a starter! It gives you a bunch of vowels, two common consonants, and you can make puns of you can't figure it out!
  18. The voice said something again. Where...? On his shoulder. She was next to him. No, the dragon not Car– Ca– his sister. He pushed on Eepy gently. Fire was pulsing just beneath his skin. He could see it in the veins glowing blue under his skin. He pushed her off his shoulder. Keep her safe. Find water.
  19. His name. He heard his name. No. No no no no no no no no nonono... She said it. No. He clawed his way to his feet up the tree trunk. Water. He needed to fond water. He turned and stumbled away from the tree. There had to be water somewhere. To put out the fire.
  20. He screamed. A raw primal sound ripped out from his throat as he relived it all in one moment. The scars on his arms blazed with pain and fire. He grabbed the woman and threw her out of the house then froze looking at Eepy, his scream echoing in his ears into a roar as fire consumed him. He bolted upright, hearing the echo of his scream in the night, his eye blazing as bright as a captured star. He was in a tree. Eepy was there. Alive. He crumpled in on himself and slipped out of the tree, thudding to the ground below. It didn't hurt. Nothing could hurt. Not as much as that.
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