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Known as the Celestial Seat, Nyka is a religious city in Northern Sylira. Ruled by four demigods and traversed by a large crevice, the monk-city is both mystical and dangerous. [Lore]

Gods Save Me!

Postby Titus on May 12th, 2013, 12:41 am

Spring 9th 513 AV. 30 chimes after the fight with Xi.

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A giant laid out on the ground. The blood slowly flowing out of his lips. "Ugh... Wh...Whe...Ugh" he moaned as he pushed himself up. He sighed and looked around. He sat in the warfields, every inch of his body in pain. "Petching bastard giant" he groaned as he pushed himself off of the ground only to collapse back to his knees. "Agh!" he screamed out as he held is abs. "Why does this hurt so much" he groaned. He pushed his way back to his feet and coughed up blood. "Shyke" he mumbled as he slowly walked forward. "Bloody giant petching fool" he moaned as he stumbled his way out of the fields. He slowly made his way towards the great infirmary, leaning against his lance for support. Many looked over to him and "What are you petching looking at!" he yelled, the spit and blood flying from his mouth. Sweat dripped from his brow as the pain in his stomach grew. "I swear to all above I will kill him. Grant me the power to live and I will have my revenge" he mumbled. He pushed his way into the Great Infirmary and looked around. "Eh. I think I need a hand." he said sliding down onto one knee. "Maybe more" he coughed as he crashed to the floor.
When he awoke he laid in a cot. The pain in his abdomen had subsided a bit and been wrapped. He groaned and sighed sitting up slowly. "What the petch happened?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. "Well I cant really say. A giant of a man walks into here, says he might need a hand then passes out. Two of the monks dragged you back her and I with the help of two others have been trying to take care of your injuries. What did you do fight a monk or two?" the women asked. "Eh. I fought someone...." he groaned. His hand running down his face as he sighed. "Thank you" he said. The women just nodded and walked away. He stood up and grabbed his shirt that was neatly folded besides the bed and pulled it on slowly, wincing as he went. He shook his head and slowly reached down taking his lance. He made his way back out onto the streets and headed back towards the Hostel.
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Gods Save Me!

Postby Abstract on June 23rd, 2013, 12:49 pm

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Loot, Lore, and Skills!



Titus :
Skills:
Observation - 1
Trash talking - 1

Lores:
Needing medical help


Very short, and sort of awkward. Titus must have been unconscious for a long time, if they managed to patch him up so quickly :). There was barely anything to give for skills, so... Please PM me if you have any questions, concerns, or comments!
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