Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 10:50 am
The tall woman with the black hair sat at the bar of the tavern, slowly sipping her wine. As she placed it down, a dull pain shot out from her left shoulder. She did not wince or gasp, but the human still grasped her shoulder and massaged it.
Next to Rose Hillmound on her right side was a cane. It was nothing of the sort scholars would use, especially since the Tarm woman could only change her form with her magic. No, this cane was designed to help the druid walk.
When her fellow Twilight Guardians came in, they would only recognize her from her height; Rose had yet to meet the human woman who even came close to her size. Her face, however....Two scars marred her features, one on her forehead and the other moving diagonally towards her mouth on her left cheek. Her lack of sword and bow this far from her mountain home would only serve to make her stand out even more, at least to those who knew the human. Her hair was also much shorter; it no longer fell to the small of her back and was neatly braided. Now it went down to her shoulders, tied back into a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
"Are you waiting for someone?" the barkeeper asked.
"They should be here soon," Rose replied. Even her voice seemed to have changed. It was as if she had given up hope, but wasn't yet ready to slip into despair.
Next to Rose Hillmound on her right side was a cane. It was nothing of the sort scholars would use, especially since the Tarm woman could only change her form with her magic. No, this cane was designed to help the druid walk.
When her fellow Twilight Guardians came in, they would only recognize her from her height; Rose had yet to meet the human woman who even came close to her size. Her face, however....Two scars marred her features, one on her forehead and the other moving diagonally towards her mouth on her left cheek. Her lack of sword and bow this far from her mountain home would only serve to make her stand out even more, at least to those who knew the human. Her hair was also much shorter; it no longer fell to the small of her back and was neatly braided. Now it went down to her shoulders, tied back into a ponytail with a blue ribbon.
"Are you waiting for someone?" the barkeeper asked.
"They should be here soon," Rose replied. Even her voice seemed to have changed. It was as if she had given up hope, but wasn't yet ready to slip into despair.
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Lvl: 7; HP: 42; SPL: 17; STR: 2; DEF: 16; AGI: 5; INT: 3; SPI: 2; Will: 9
AC: 21; Spear DMG: 14; Bow DMG: 10; Bomb DMG: 7; Spell DMG: 12
Aria Sinwater {The profile's 7th part has been updated. 07/16/09}
A Lone Tent (Aria's Home)
Lvl: 7; HP: 42; SPL: 17; STR: 2; DEF: 16; AGI: 5; INT: 3; SPI: 2; Will: 9
AC: 21; Spear DMG: 14; Bow DMG: 10; Bomb DMG: 7; Spell DMG: 12
Aria Sinwater {The profile's 7th part has been updated. 07/16/09}
A Lone Tent (Aria's Home)