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Sorry to interject this but I 'll be bowing out of this game. Best of luck to all and see you around.

Sanya Sarkov The Seventh Sword Sanya held his ground, not one for hiding generally at a time like that. His hand rest calmly on the hilt of his blade, though honestly he could draw anyone of them at great speed. His eyes narrow some as he tries to assess the sound and hope this isn't going...

Sanya Sarkov The Seventh Sword Sanya stood guard at the moment, looking around cautiously now and not caring for the implications of what was going on below. The words read aloud reminded him of some of the worst necromancers he'd been forced to put down. The obsessives that would go to...

Not sure how to write Sanya back into activity.

I'm very sorry. For some reason I've been losing my creative spark lately. Barely been posting in anything lately.

Sanya Sarkov The Seventh Sword "And now the real attack begins," Sanya said with a calm tone as his thumb kicked his sword back out of its scabbard and into a waiting hand to fully draw it. The air ringing likely with the sound of steel being drawn. Sanya scowled now as he looked around...

Sanya Sarkov The Seventh Sword "I have had to run down necormancers before. The ones that are foolish and try to harm others anyways. And besides, few can fight if they no longer have hands and knees to fight with," Sanya said with a slight shrug. To him this was but another task to bring...

Sanya Sarkov The Seventh Sword Sanya drew his blade now, moving swiftly as he starts to target the dead closes to them. Hits efforts aimed mainly at dismantling them where he might not be able to slay something already dead. He aims for wrists and hands to shatter bones and ruin weapon...

Sanya Sarkov The Seventh Sword Sanya frowned as his paranoia was rewarded with confirmation. He thumbs the hilt of his sword, kicking it out of the scabbard a bit for a very quick draw. He keeps it only there though for the moment. He couldn't afford to be sloppy at this moment when they...

Sanya Sarkov The Seventh Sword Sanya looks around, hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He preferred to rely upon his own blade first unless the situation called for one of the more specialized blades his fallen comrades used to carry. He was still coming to terms with the loss but he...

Sanya Sarkov The Seventh Sword Sanya steps up the the gate now, having gotten what rest and food he could before this. They were going to be in for a nasty experience getting to the source and dealing with whatever was causing the dead to rise. He rolls his broad shoulders and crosses his...

Sanya Sarkov The Seventh Sword Sanya watched the others go before focusing on the Necromancer. He'd hunted some before, but only a few since most had the good sense not to commit crimes minus a bit of grave robbing. He approached him and eyed the man thoughtfully. "Like all crimes, this...

So yeah, the site stopped updating me on posting and life was a little distracting this weekend. I'll try to get something up shortly.

Sanya Sarkov The Seventh Sword Sanya walked over to stand next to the captain, finally able to turn his focus on the new arrivals. He spares the one who'd scoffed at him a simple, dismissive look as if it was below his notice or care. Then he looks back to the others and crosses his arms...

Sanya Sarkov The Seventh Sword Sanya had sheathed his sword when the madness played out, whirling towards the disturbance on the balls of his feet. His boots squelching across the wet and blood soaked ground until it could find stone. He approached the odd behavior of the girl wit ha severe...

Sanya Sarkov The Seventh Sword Sanya saw the new arrival but had little time to utter his thanks. Instead he refocused his wrath towards his left now. His sword slashing through the creatures in his reach again with the focused fury he'd often used to fight with. People were in danger...

Sanya Sarkov The Seventh Sword "Come on, you sons of darkness! Taste my steel! I know you hunger for my blood, but you can't have it!" Sanya Sarkov bellowed with a harsh laugh now as his sword flashed through the creatures before him. He'd faced similar odds before, though not in a manner...

I'm admittedly rather surprised I managed to put so much effort into a boisterous swordsman type when I usually don't play those. :P

Just posting to bump this up on my line up for now while I work on concepts.