People are so damn weird and sick these days...
Darphin draws his drakar dagger. It makes a strange sound as it slides from his pack, like the distant scream of a forlorn soul.
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Speaking in Dark Elven to Klaive, Kurapira says something you don't understand.
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Darphin offers Kurapira an elegant drakar dagger.
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Kurapira accepts Darphin's drakar dagger.
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Kurapira nods.
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Klaive snickers.
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Klaive put some Elf's blood in his components case.
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Speaking in Dark Elven, Darphin says something you don't understand.
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You continue to meditate on recent events.
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(Kurapira's left hands draws her drakar dagger across the flesh of her right arm, the trail she made begins to bubble with blood.)
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Kurapira breathes very slowly and looks much calmer.
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(Kurapira's right hand flexes and releases, allowing her blood to flow more freely from her fresh wound.)
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(Darphin watches as the blood comes to the surface, his lips parting in a cold sneer showing his sharp fangs protuding from underneath.)
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You continue to meditate on recent events.
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(Kurapira offers her right arm to Darphin, the blood from the wound now making tiny droplets on the ground.)
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Speaking in Dark Elven to Darphin, Kurapira says something you don't understand.
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Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came.
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(Kurapira stares at her right arm, and than glances at Darphin.)
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(Darphin leans forward, gently taking Kurapira's arm into his grasp, lowering his head and drinking hungerly of the blood flowing from her wound.)
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You continue to meditate on recent events.
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A cloud of dense silvery fog suddenly appears. The fog quickly dissipates to reveal Kaylore.
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Kurapira smiles at Darphin.
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Speaking in Dark Elven to Darphin, Kurapira says something you don't understand.
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You've gained 1 physical training point.
(To use these new points, type GOALS and adjust your skills.)
You've gained 1 mental training point.
(To use these new points, type GOALS and adjust your skills.)
Unconverting 1 Mnt points to return 2 Phy points. (See HELP TPS)
Training Points: 35 Phy 0 Mnt (358 Phy converted to Mnt)
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(Kurapira's blood courses at a steady flow within Darphin's mouth as he feeds.)
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You continue to meditate on recent events.
>exper
Level: 12 Deeds: 0
Experience: 187505 Deaths this level: 8
Exp. until next: 9995 Death Recovery: 0
Mental TPs: 0 Fame: 146358
Physical TPs: 35 Mana: 42/49 max
(358 Phy converted to Mnt)
Your mind is becoming numbed.
You feel a strange sense of serenity, and find you are able to reflect on recent events with uncommon clarity and understanding.
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The wall of force disappears from around Kaylore.
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Kurapira rests a gentle hand on Darphin's arm.
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[Leaving rest mode.]
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You feel at full magical power again.
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Speaking in Dark Elven to Darphin, Kurapira says something you don't understand.
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(Darphin pulls away slowly after he has had is fill, his tounge taking the last bit of blood from his lips)
>whi kayl she's feeding him off her blood...they're so weird
Your action interrupts your meditation.
You quietly whisper to Kaylore, "She's feeding him off her blood...they're so weird."
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A low chirping sound comes from within a lacquered grey cricket box.
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(Kurapira nods in Darphin's direction, obviously satisfied.)
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Kaylore whispers, "I have noticed in my many meetings with them."
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(Kurapira bites her tongue and allows the droplets to hit along the surface of her right arm wound. In that same instant, the wound heals without so much as a scar.)
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Kurapira offers Darphin an elegant drakar dagger.
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Darphin accepts Kurapira's drakar dagger.
Uh...Eeeeeewwwww!
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