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Post by Doc on Jun 16, 2005 1:04:56 GMT -5
He stepped out of the church, noticing the local healer praying nearby. He knew where her healing prowess came from, he'd investigated thoroughly. However, she was no danger. So he let her go.
And wondered how long others would do the same.
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Post by Jessy on Jun 16, 2005 1:16:09 GMT -5
Kate looked up sharply at the figure. Hazel eyes narrowed at him, trying to recognise him. Her hands instantly went to a position of casting. Yes, she was nervous and unsure. Every face seemed like an executioner.
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Post by Doc on Jun 16, 2005 1:18:09 GMT -5
He walked on, not a word, not another thought to the girl. To the inn, some rest and then....
Who knew what then? God, maybe, though sometimes the stranger doubted such a being existed. Perhaps it was time to mov on.
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Post by Jessy on Jun 16, 2005 1:21:40 GMT -5
Kate watched him warily before moving to the orchard. In a small sheltered corner, herbs and wild flowers grew. She picked them before heading back to her home.
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Post by Doc on Jun 16, 2005 1:23:27 GMT -5
He reached the inn, climbing to his room. How long would the healer reamin innocent? How long...
Stop thinking. Live you're own life, let her live hers. If she was found out, it be no business of yours.
And yet...
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Post by Jessy on Jun 16, 2005 1:30:00 GMT -5
Kate quickly organised those herbs which she haad pcked. She had only recenmtly becom ha healer. Her grandmother had passed on, leaving her to carry on her art. A small box on a shelf fell as she placed her herb container up there. A small wooden stake rolled out of the box. Kate looked ast it, puzzled, before replacing it. Again her mind drifted to the stranger. Was he a witch hunter? Was her time less then she had hoped?
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Post by TPot on Jun 16, 2005 1:53:07 GMT -5
((Can I join?))
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Post by Kate on Jun 16, 2005 7:17:33 GMT -5
(((Sure)))
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Post by Rogue on Jun 16, 2005 20:46:15 GMT -5
((Does this take place at any specific year during the renaissance?))
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Post by TPot on Jun 17, 2005 1:42:32 GMT -5
((Now I've gotta figure out who to be.))
I swung my sword at the training post thing. "No!" Called someone. "Your supposed to lunge not swing!" I looked around. "Yes sir." I faced the pole again. I lunged, and missed.
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Post by Jessy on Jun 17, 2005 15:14:28 GMT -5
(((Around the 1500s.)))
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Post by Rogue on Jun 18, 2005 1:23:14 GMT -5
((K))
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Post by Jessy on Jun 19, 2005 6:34:47 GMT -5
(((Please don't tell me this has died already)))
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Post by Doc on Jun 19, 2005 21:11:33 GMT -5
With a growl he headed outside to track the healer down. Damn fool consience.
As he headed outside, he overheard the local 'priesthood' muttering about her healing techniques. Looks like I made my decsion just in time, he thought.
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Post by TPot on Jun 20, 2005 3:35:42 GMT -5
"Why do I even bother?" The sword instructor cried. I lunged and missed again. He shook his head. "You have a very rare style of fighting obviously. Why did you decide to become a knight anyway?" I shrugged. "Two reasons. It's the only thing that I can really do. And father told me to."
"The great right hand man of the good lord. Tell him that you will be extremely hard to teach to fight." I shrugged. "He wont like that."
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