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[scapheap]

((Week and a bit hiatus commences. If anyone still cares, I'll resume when I return. ))

((Okay))

[kj1225]

((I wait.))

[Dwarmin]

((Bumping to say I'm still here and waiting. ))

L'killian wun ussta rah
Zhah natha nika ulu ussta xukuth
Ji, vel'bolen zhah garethur?

[sjm9876]

((Any interest left in this?))

[GreatWyrmGold]

Yes. I'm pretty sure I PM'd you my action a while ago...

[Dwarmin]

((Waiting for reboot ))

[kj1225]

((Still waiting,))

[sjm9876]

The orc snickered.
 "So this is your entourage? If I had known how pathetic this looked, I wouldn't have bothered bringing a blade with me!"
 It was only after the final word escaped his lips that the orc fully processed what the king had said. He turned toward the dwarf, his brows curled into a deep frown.
 "...and what do you mean, 'Darkling'?"
 ‘You never gave us your name. So we gave you one oursel - ‘
 The king is cut off by a cry from the woman above on the ledge, who goes tumbling down into the river. Mid air, however, she twists, and in a blink appears on the deck of the ship.
 ‘Well, looks like the fun’s starting early.’
 She is dressed in black leather from neck to toe, and on her brow is a tattoo in a familiar red, ((think the guy from the first ship)) showing two circles linked by a thin line. As she speaks, the wind begins to grow stronger.

((TURN!! Think that's everything.))

[GreatWyrmGold]

Interesting. Can't wait to see how this turns out.

[kj1225]

Kyle lazily looks at the woman. If he could he would roll his eyes.

[Dwarmin]

Ryxa's thumb carefully finds it's draw position why she estimates the woman as a warrior.

"That was an interesting trick." She compliments idly.

[sjm9876]

‘Wasn’t it just?’ The woman vanishes, only to appear directly above the drow’s head. Ryxa raises Mru’shkane, just as the woman’s dual daggers pass down. (5+4)v(10+4) the blade catches them both, their wielder flicking aside (6+4)v(11+4) and reappearing on the other side of the deck. However, on her arm is a thin scratch, and a single drop of blood slides down the drow’s blade.
 Up on the ledge, the figure disappears back into the cave.

[Dwarmin]

"Looks like I gave you a scratch." Ryxa says, smiling. Her blade is lively, as if the blood it tasted brought into a semblance of life.

"If this is business, you probably know you can't take my spot for at least another five days-assuming you're one of mine, anyway. A certain strutting peacock sought to challenge me and lost his wager, along with his life.

If this is personal, I'll have you know I'm in no mood for games.

Declare thy intentions, if thou wilt." She says, dropping into a fighting stance.

[sjm9876]

'Business? So it was you who killed my brother. But no. This is for my father.'
 Her eyes flick to the wound on her arm as she adjusts her stance, only to be rocked as a section of the valley walls fades away, and from it's place falls a wooden bridge, landing between you and your enemy.
 A figure runs down the bridge towards you.

[Dwarmin]

"I've killed many men, no doubt some of them fathers...you don't look particularly memorable, though...you'll have to remind me of..."

The intrusion of a third party caused Ryxa to take a defensive posture, and wait to see what would happen She wasn't sure if he was going to help her, the stranger, or maybe attack them both or none of those at all.

...

She mentions aside to her friends.

"Feel free to step in if you like, if this goes to bloodwork. There's no honor to be satisfied this day."