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@HighSanguinaryPriest, @Fanaa, @Pavan, @Axel The Englishman, @Mr_Nekoshu, @Petroshka, @Rusty of Shackleford @southkovenz Character has been removed by roleplayer During the briefing upon the deployment ship Zoka had remained silent towards the cockpit of the aircraft. Not one for conversation...

Muhen heard Havel offering his aid shortly behind himself. "I'll ask you for your help over my dead body." He gave Havel a smirk over his shoulder. @Mx.Trinity @Dearwolfy @dr xenon @Wandering Grim Hollow @Elekta Kount @shadowz1995

Muhen stops dead in his track listening to the man he was more or less staring through, rather than at. He turns half way, allowing him to rotate his head enough to see out of his peripheral. "Huh....? You still yackin' back there? Oh yeah... it should be known... My name is Muhen. Now let's go...

Muhen pulled his gaze from the mountains and turned when he heard the sound of more people arriving. His hand twitched noticeably when the two in red armor pushed into the clearing, it grasped firmly around the hilt. His clogs dug into the ground. He would have went tearing off towards them if...

"Yeah well... both of my points were made. She's a badass, and she can find her way around. That's good enough for me." Muhen's head turned a bit sharply as he noticed Havel's voice deepen. That usually wasn't a good sign. "Hey don't be gettin' all serious on me now." He sighed reluctantly...

Muhen slumped for a moment after his partner moved out of his way only to then bow to the lady. Muhen was watching Havel intently... he knew she was fine as hell. Muhen gave a single moment of laughter to the two of them before leaning back on the tree again eyes fixated on his company. "Ah...

"this shit blows... I'm hungry..." The nonchalant chatter was more or less a ruse. Before whoever it was had made their presence known Muhen had already caught the unnatural sound of chains clanging, it was soft but noticeable in the midst of the quiet woods. Afterall Muhen had scared away any...

Muhen lazily turned his head to give the smug ronin a quick glare before his eyes sliced back to the slug. He stood up yawning and stretching his back before bending forward to look at the slug one last time before he kicked a rock, the slug had made it's way onto, into some nearby bushes. He...

Drip... Drip... Drip... The air lingered with a chilled freshness. It was a downpour shortly before this moment. However in almost perfect time... the rain had ceased and the clouds overhead scattered to reveal a brilliant sun, setting behind the mountains far off in the distance. Cascaded by...

Silentium realized he was looking a bit too serious. His posture relaxed a bit, his muscles seeming to shift. He always got so tense whenever he was thinking. It was a subconscious habit, really. He turned his body to face Tyson straight on. His black and gray eyes examining Tyson's expression...

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"Tyson..." The silence was broken with a firm but clear call for the much younger human. Silentium stood towards the back of the room between both the doorways masked almost completely by shadows. However bits of the odd colored skin of his face and head shown through with ease. His grey eyes...

"A night of silence is a night of progress." coded by Mx.Trinity

"A night of silence is a night of progress." coded by Mx.Trinity

"A night of silence is a night of progress." coded by Mx.Trinity

"In the same moment you fail it becomes the past" coded by Mx.Trinity

Silientium gave a light hearted chuckle and patted Vanilen's shoulder gently, releasing the grasp just as quickly. "Yes we do have our hands full, but it's the same every year. They come and they go... the point being is that you are the soldier you are today because of the lessons taught here...

Silentium stood with his back pressed against the open doorframe of the arena. His eyes pierced through the illusion magic as if it weren't even there. Waiting patiently as Vanilen scolded the recruits before lugging the unconscious kid over his shoulder and proceeding out. Silentium was a bit...

His eyes danced upon the scene that developed just beneath them. His would be words were cut off by his sudden attentiveness to the situation. He opened his arms, unabrasively and clasped his hands gently around the catwalk's railing. Almost like a practiced gesture. However even the light...

"Ah good to see you again, brother Van. Yes... I am quite concerned with the well being of our comradery I fear the youngling won't be able to handle... the more intense emotions that come with being... well... you know the drill." He paused only briefly to consider the information he had...