 Zamara
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 Re: Plains of Dust
« Reply #37 - on: Feb 9th, 2010, 12:51am »
OOC I will need you to be real specific on what you are doing…so far you are simply taking the wheels off the wagon and hooking up all the camel to it? Just for clarification when I say ‘wagon’ am envisioning covered wagon, little house on the prairie style, Iysoren will remove herself from the wagon? Everyone else walking? What about the cart? Are you tossing anything?
Iysoren would be out of the wagon and digging clawed feet deep into the sand the moment the need for lightening the load was voiced. Her sudden reaction was not because she was aware of the priest’s gestures, but because she was a noble draconian, a lightning draconian, blue dragon blood coursed through her veins and like them she too reveled in the warm desert terrain. Iysoren had been silently waiting, hoping for the opportunity to escape the confines of the wagon an excuse to enjoy the desert, and this was perfect! The evening sun began to beat down on the companions and they were just beginning to taste a fraction of the blistering heat they knew would assault their every sense the further into the desert they traveled.
The usually bitter draconian was put in such a pleasant mood by such an opportunity she even offered,”…I can carry some of the burden…not much I want to be able to shed the weight quickly should my strength be needed. This I will do at least until the wagon is back on solid ground.”
Knowing it would take hours to backtrack, hours they did not have Iyroren’s reptilian tail flicked back and forth as she spoke,” We are already on an impossssible deadline, we should try Addreddyn’s suggestion.” She was torn, and were it not her ‘life’s work’ at stake the noble draconian would have never turned down the opportunity to rid the world of her evil counterparts, even if it meant scaling all Ice Reach!
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