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dark_conjurer: Are you going to be incompetent like a certain person or are you competent enough to start?
nsyncqueen123: {John...}
itzabreeze12: ??
dark_conjurer: I'm guessing the latter is correct
dark_conjurer: Hoping, at least
dark_conjurer: {Well then..for the *third* time..}
dark_conjurer: *Simgar walks out of the opening, carrying a large sack over his shoulder* Hey, I got the stuff!
nsyncqueen123: Let me see...
dark_conjurer: *drops the sack on the ground, letting her examine the contents*
nsyncqueen123: *looks up* Are they durable?
dark_conjurer: They should be.
nsyncqueen123: All right then. Shall we hang them now?
dark_conjurer: Of course.
dark_conjurer: We'll need something to attach them to the walls though...
nsyncqueen123: Such as...?
dark_conjurer: *shrugs* I have no clue
nsyncqueen123: *rolls her eyes* Men...Should we not go out and find something to do that job for us, then?
dark_conjurer: That would help, yes.
nsyncqueen123: Should we fog there?
dark_conjurer: I don't really feel like doing anything..unfortunately Cimorene is sick so she can't go out and fetch something..
nsyncqueen123: Want to stay here then?
dark_conjurer: *nods, stretching*
nsyncqueen123: *smiles, kissing him* I think we need to start another fire, though...
dark_conjurer: Aye...this one has died
dark_conjurer: We'll need a bit more wood, though
nsyncqueen123: I'll go get the wood, then...I'll be back, Simgar-sama. *climbs down the rocks to the forest below*
itzabreeze12: *stands by outcropping where she last saw her human friend*
nsyncqueen123: *gathers wood, then looks up, startled* Naylith?
itzabreeze12: Yes?
dark_conjurer: *Simgar yawns and slides down, resting on the back of a rock*
nsyncqueen123: {BRB}
dark_conjurer: *down to the ground
nsyncqueen123: {back}
nsyncqueen123: *looks back* Simgar? Meet Naylith...
itzabreeze12: So this is the assasin.
dark_conjurer: *Simgar looks up* Nay-? What?
dark_conjurer: *stands up and pulls his knife out* How do you know..?!
nsyncqueen123: *looks back, pleading* Simgar, please let me explain...
itzabreeze12: *holds spear ready* When we met she told me about you
dark_conjurer: *Lowers his knife and replaces it in his sheath*
itzabreeze12: *lowers spear*
nsyncqueen123: Or, you could explain, Naylith...
itzabreeze12: I gave you food
dark_conjurer: Thank you, then
nsyncqueen123: Anyway, Simgar, this is the 'friend' I met a while back...
dark_conjurer: Ah.
dark_conjurer: But you have no idea who I am though?
nsyncqueen123: She knows very little.
dark_conjurer: Good.
itzabreeze12: I know you are her love and supposedly assasin...this much she told me
nsyncqueen123: {*lover)
nsyncqueen123: *}
dark_conjurer: Supposedly?
dark_conjurer: Turn your back and I will show you I am..
nsyncqueen123: Simgar!
dark_conjurer: I am either an assassin or not..
dark_conjurer: I am not a half-assassin
itzabreeze12: I just don't understand how one can be both *lifts spear again in defence*
nsyncqueen123: *sighs, leaning back against a tree* If it's not Simgar and Cimorene, it's Simgar and Naylith...
dark_conjurer: Thrust that into my flesh and experience a very painful death
dark_conjurer: I have nothing against you...I just value my life right now
nsyncqueen123: Can we please try and get along for the moment being?
itzabreeze12: *lowers spear once more* I only wish to live
dark_conjurer: As long as that spear is lowered, at the very least, then I am fine
nsyncqueen123: Naylith, if it pleases you, you may visit our 'home.
itzabreeze12: That would be nice. Could I see the dragon again?
dark_conjurer: First off, we need some wood
dark_conjurer: Because without wood I can start no fire that will alst
dark_conjurer: *last
nsyncqueen123: *picks up her wood again* Nonetheless, I am going back...
itzabreeze12: i can get you as much wood as you need
dark_conjurer: Get as much as possible then.
nsyncqueen123: *carefully crawls up the rocks again* I'll be in here if you need me...
dark_conjurer: *follows her* We shall be here ...
itzabreeze12: I will come soon.
itzabreeze12: *begins to summon wood which gathers in midair behind her*
nsyncqueen123: Simgar...Have you seen either Jhysmir or Vorgath lately?
itzabreeze12: *leaps up rocks*
dark_conjurer: Vorgath...he's probably at the lake..
nsyncqueen123: *nods* All right then.
dark_conjurer: It wouldn't take too much effort to summon him, though
dark_conjurer: *turns to Naylith* A centaur, hmm?
itzabreeze12: here's the wood  *piles of wood land at SImgar's feet* Enough for you?
dark_conjurer: Maybe, for now.
itzabreeze12: *Simgar's
nsyncqueen123: *Ryujinn, still sleeping, snorts, then jolts awake* <Who is this?>
nsyncqueen123: <Her scent is not familiar...>
itzabreeze12: I am Naylith
dark_conjurer: I haven't seen a centaur in years...
nsyncqueen123: *strokes Ryujinn's snout reassuringly* Don't worry, she's a friend...
itzabreeze12: That's because we're almost completely extinct
itzabreeze12: This is one of the few places where we still exist
dark_conjurer: That's a nice thought, hmm? *laughes quietly*
dark_conjurer: I've killed a few centaurs...
nsyncqueen123: *peers at the young centaurette, then snorts once again, turning toward the outcropping* <I'm going out for a bit...I need some space...>
dark_conjurer: And elves, gnomes, dwarves, trolls, humans...just about everything
nsyncqueen123: *flaps off, leaving a cloud of dust*
itzabreeze12: you will never EVER say that before any other centaur
nsyncqueen123: *looks at Simgar* Would you please start a fire? Perhaps then we could talk in a more comfortable manner...
dark_conjurer: You do not like the fact that I may have killed your relatives?
dark_conjurer: *laughes softly* You name it, I've killed it.
itzabreeze12: It is not me, but the centaur race
dark_conjurer: Ah yes. A fire.
itzabreeze12: If my village were to know, you would be banished from the land
dark_conjurer: From the land?
dark_conjurer: This is my domain.
dark_conjurer: I have stayed here before and do so now
itzabreeze12: All of our land
itzabreeze12: We have our ways, just ask your friend
dark_conjurer: *Simgar picks up a pile of wood and dumps it where the previous fire was*
nsyncqueen123: Yes, they have a land to themselves...I've seen it...
dark_conjurer: *moves his hand around the pile, sparks igniting the wood, Simgar stopping after flames have caught the logs*
dark_conjurer: Oh?
dark_conjurer: I read something about it..don't remember much, though
itzabreeze12: We have rocks that let only certain beings past or pinecone's that require passwords
dark_conjurer: Different.
nsyncqueen123: Yes...Talking pinecones and food-producing logs...
nsyncqueen123: Never seen the likes of it...
dark_conjurer: I appreciate the kill better, though
dark_conjurer: Rather than have some log give me my food.
nsyncqueen123: I agree...
dark_conjurer: Have you ever looked into the eyes of a being about to die?
itzabreeze12: Oh no. We kill and give it to the log... then when it is needed the log burps it up
nsyncqueen123: *shudders* Simgar...Do we have to talk about this?
dark_conjurer: You don't like this subject?
dark_conjurer: I was just getting into it, but I'll stop if you wish...
nsyncqueen123: *nods timidly* If you will...
dark_conjurer: {!!}
nsyncqueen123: {What?}
dark_conjurer: {This Friday Dungeons and Dragons is released...}
nsyncqueen123: {Oh yeah!}
nsyncqueen123: Naylith, feel free to make yourself at home...
dark_conjurer: What?
itzabreeze12: Thank you
nsyncqueen123: *looks up at Simgar* Might you have a problem?
dark_conjurer: Yes, in fact I do.
nsyncqueen123: What is it, then?
dark_conjurer: I do not appreciate the idea of a total stranger feeling "at home" in my home.
nsyncqueen123: Do calm down, Simgar dearest. I am simply being courteous.
dark_conjurer: Well then..
itzabreeze12: I would take you to our chief, but I don't think he'd appreciate it very much, Simgar.
dark_conjurer: *shrugs* I do not need to see any centaur chief.
nsyncqueen123: Naylith, would you ever tell another about Simgar's 
nsyncqueen123: *profession?
itzabreeze12: I will tell no other what he is
nsyncqueen123: Thank you. *turns to Simgar* Is that any better for you?
dark_conjurer: If I happen to be stalked or followed by anyone, they will all die, and following, Naylith.
dark_conjurer: But I should hope I can trust another's word.
itzabreeze12: You can trust a centaur
dark_conjurer: Just like you can trust anyone else.
dark_conjurer: There are people who stick to their word and others who don't
nsyncqueen123: *places her hands on her hips* Simgar, can't you be any more chivalrous?
itzabreeze12: I'm not a back-stabber
dark_conjurer: And neither am I.
dark_conjurer: If I give my word I stick to it.
nsyncqueen123: Well then...Are we going to continue to argue, or do something worthwhile?
dark_conjurer: I would like to get these racks up on the walls
nsyncqueen123: I can help, of course.
dark_conjurer: I'm sure Naylith can supply us with something to use.
dark_conjurer: After all, she has a a magickal log....
nsyncqueen123: *looks over at Naylith* Could you?
dark_conjurer: *laughes softly*
itzabreeze12: Sticky pebbles or perhaps some snakeskin?
dark_conjurer: She also has a pinecone!
itzabreeze12: The pinecone is a very good secretary
dark_conjurer: *laughes quietly* Oh really?
itzabreeze12: You wouldn't understand
dark_conjurer: I'm sure I would.
nsyncqueen123: Anyway...Those sticky pebbles...Would they be able to hold those up? *nods toward the sack of torches and racks*
dark_conjurer: I just find it humorous that you have talking pinecones ....
itzabreeze12: The snakeskin would be better
nsyncqueen123: Whatever you think...You would know better than I...
dark_conjurer: And how is a snakeskin going to support 5 pounds of weight...?
itzabreeze12: well of course it is charmed
dark_conjurer: Why charm a snakeskin when you could charm the rack itself?
nsyncqueen123: Then if you wish to do so yourself, go right ahead, Simgar.
itzabreeze12: I work with the forest, not furniture!
dark_conjurer: I did not train in small, useless spells
itzabreeze12: Then let me use the snakeskin
nsyncqueen123: *crosses her arms, continuing to argue* You are really difficult sometimes, Simgar.
dark_conjurer: I trained in spells for preserving my life and killing others
itzabreeze12: Which is why you are weak
dark_conjurer: Weak?!
dark_conjurer: Weak?!
itzabreeze12: Not in force
itzabreeze12: but in mind
itzabreeze12: and soul
dark_conjurer: *yelling* I do not see being cautious with my own life being weak!
itzabreeze12: Not that! It's the killing!
nsyncqueen123: Simgar...Please...
dark_conjurer: The killing then?!
dark_conjurer: I killed for money!
dark_conjurer: None other than that!
itzabreeze12: exactly *completely calm*
dark_conjurer: For you I would make an exception..
nsyncqueen123: Naylith, he was in debt...He had no other way, or so he thought...
nsyncqueen123: *looks at Simgar* And no, you wouldn't.
dark_conjurer: Oh?
dark_conjurer: I shall prove to this centaur that I am not weak!
nsyncqueen123: You heard me. You will not cause anymore deaths as long as I am here with you.
dark_conjurer: Because I could kill her and all the rest of the centaurs and not feel a bit of remorse!
itzabreeze12: That is my point
dark_conjurer: Death is a part of being.
itzabreeze12: But you don't have to bathe in it
dark_conjurer: Who said I enjoyed it?
dark_conjurer: Now give me a few more months to finish learning this skill and maybe I would!
dark_conjurer: Go and fetch your snakeskins, then.
nsyncqueen123: *looks over suddenly* Simgar...That...can't be true...Can it? You wouldn't delight in killing...would you?
itzabreeze12: *walks outside and begins to draw out a snakeskin*
dark_conjurer: Delight?
dark_conjurer: The certain skill that I had started to learn was to capture the strengthes of the person about to die
dark_conjurer: You have to do a certain spell at a certain time
dark_conjurer: Of course you have to be a master in order for it to be very successful...
itzabreeze12: *walks back in* Now apply this to the wall and then place the rack a foot infront. The rack will jump right up to it.
dark_conjurer: I'll need alot of snakeskins, Naylith
dark_conjurer: {We already are outside...}
dark_conjurer: {Down and up rocks might be better}
itzabreeze12:  {ok}
itzabreeze12: *waves hand and hundreds appear* That enough?
dark_conjurer: *Simgar nudges the fire with his boot, logs falling down and embers jumping*
dark_conjurer: Too many.
dark_conjurer: 10 should be enough for now.
itzabreeze12: *snaps and most dissapear*
itzabreeze12: We have many in stock. It's simply a matter of tapping through to the distributer.
dark_conjurer: So it's not your own strength that does this then...*grins*
nsyncqueen123: *minds her own business tending to the fire, not wanting to get involved in their many arguments*
itzabreeze12: I do my shift in the workrooms. I CAN make one out of thin air, I just use my resources. I must go and replenish it later.
dark_conjurer: Organized days...
dark_conjurer: Freedom is much better
dark_conjurer: Whatever you want whenever you want.
itzabreeze12: It's not like I have a certain time to be there
dark_conjurer: But still you have to do that
itzabreeze12: We help eachother by doing it. Just as you help by gathering firewood. You still have to do it.
dark_conjurer: *shrugs* If that's what you say, then leave it there.
nsyncqueen123: *walks back into her room, retrieving a tattered mountain lion skin, then returns and sits back down by the fire, pulling out a needle and some thread*
dark_conjurer: Why are you here anyway, Naylith?
itzabreeze12: I came to see if the dragon was still here. I was at the bottom. You found me.
dark_conjurer: I did not find you.
dark_conjurer: And as you see the dragon is gone.
dark_conjurer: So why are you still here?
nsyncqueen123: *looks up momentarily* She has as much right to be here as we do...
dark_conjurer: *shrugs*
itzabreeze12: Are you telling me to leave?
nsyncqueen123: *resumes her sewing* Are you two going to continue your petty arguing?
dark_conjurer: No, not neccessarily...
dark_conjurer: I see no point to it..
itzabreeze12: Is there anything else you need done around here?
dark_conjurer: Not that I can think of..what about you, Shinketsu?
nsyncqueen123: *shakes her head*
itzabreeze12: Okay
nsyncqueen123: *bites off a piece of thread, then walks back into her room, the needle in her mouth*
dark_conjurer: *bows* I offer my apology to you, for my harshness this afternoon.
dark_conjurer: Sometimes I get a bit carried away and a bit narrow-minded
itzabreeze12: And I apologize as well
dark_conjurer: Feel free to visit when you can.
itzabreeze12: Thanks
itzabreeze12: Could you tell me about dragons?
dark_conjurer: I am no expert on dragons.
dark_conjurer: Although I have a dragon myself..
itzabreeze12: I have only seen one. That morning with Shinketsu when she brought me here.
nsyncqueen123: *comes back a few moments later, suited up in a strapless, ankle-length dress with a slit running up her left leg to her mid-thigh, the fur still attached* Did I hear something about dragons?
itzabreeze12: I was just asking to hear about them
nsyncqueen123: What do you want to know?
itzabreeze12: Anything
nsyncqueen123: I need specifics.
itzabreeze12: Like what?
dark_conjurer: What do you want to know about them?
itzabreeze12: Anything you can tell me
nsyncqueen123: Diet, species, 'caste' system, history...
itzabreeze12: Pick one
itzabreeze12: Your favorite thing about dragons
nsyncqueen123: Their caste system has always interested me...Well, in Ryujinn's species, the gold, as in most, is the highest position.
nsyncqueen123: Silver, then bronze, follow. Ryujinn *is* a shade of silver, but he is not a full-blooded silver.
itzabreeze12: oh
nsyncqueen123: He doesn't care much for the system, anyway...You might call him a 'rebel'.
nsyncqueen123: Whites come next, with black soon after. *nods to Simgar* Simgar's dragon is of the black family.
nsyncqueen123: The next positions aren't as specific, but generally come in this order: Reds, blues, purples, yellows/oranges, greens, and any other basic colors.
itzabreeze12: Ah.
nsyncqueen123: {I'm going to have to go in like 5 minutes...}
dark_conjurer: {*frowns*}
nsyncqueen123: {I know...Poor baby.}
dark_conjurer: Well...I think I'm going to take a small rest by the fire...I should awaken around nightfall
nsyncqueen123: I'm afraid I'm going to have to go now, as well...I need to see if I can find any other materials for this outfit...*kisses Simgar softly* Good bye, everyone...
itzabreeze12: Good bye
dark_conjurer: Farewell, my love...
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