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    "i'm of Scandinavian decent, though human would probably mean more to you" she answered then after a second "what about you cerrna?"
    ooc: irl too

    OOC: Nice


    IC: "I've never met a mortal from midguard before" Cerrna says thoughtfully. Then continuing "I'm my own species. My Mother is a Light Elf from Alfiem and my Father is the White Stag, the Horned God Cernuous." She shrugs "I'm hardly the first to be the offspring of a strange match...There are few like me since my Father has only laid with a few woman." Cerrna was not sure what a human would think of her parentage, but to others more familiar with the different realms it was hardly uncommon for a God to lay with someone from another race and have a child that was a little bit of both.

    "huh, my grandomther told me a tale that she was the offspring of frigga and her father untill now i never believed it," she said then "hey i'll race ya to the hall"

    Cerrna grinned "Ill race, but I must give you fair warning friend, I have the speed of the White Stag on my side......" Then with a laugh like the chime of bells she leaps away, her legs stretching out in an almost prance like way as she ran, her arms hoisting up her gypsy like skirts to allow her legs more room to run. You could not argue that her speed was great and the grace about her was defiantly that of the stag.

    Fannie followed the others quietly. Was she really dead or was she just dreaming? What and how had this happened. "I guess I am dead," the black haired girl murmered as she began to walk along.

    Aala broke out in a sprint keeping her breathing steady and her footwork firm she had a grace to her movements but one precise and relied more on years of training, and she soon caught up with the stag girl but then fell behind as her breathing became more laboured
    lydia who was walking with the rest of the group chuckled at the two racers , then answered fannie's question "yes yes you are dead-" but she was cut off by a an explosion as a group of four trolls three of them carrying dull worn out iron but the fourth had a giant ebony war axe

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 5pt White; color: White; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: +3px; text-align: center;][size=45pt]K[/size]arsi[size=45pt][/size][size=45pt] & [/size][size=45pt]C[/size]ecelia[size=45pt][/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: +2px; text-align: center;] "Yes? What is it that you're hoping to win from us?" [/fancypost][size=10px][font=georgia][color=#66C2FF][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2pt 2pt 5pt black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;] [color=#66C2FF] Karsi growled as the trolls emerged, giving a quick glare towards the elf to inform her that she would really be needing her own blade right about now. Luckily the elf gave up reluctantly and slid the glass into her hand. Karsi smiled slightly, enjoying the touch of her worn and olden blade. "I am presuming, unfriendly?" She muttered, flickering her gaze from the angel between the trolls.


    [color=#FF99FF] Cecelia nodded in response to the human girl, noticing the somewhat sinister glare of the four menacing creatures. She wrapped her hand around her small dangling necklace which looked like a miniature replica of an old styled crossbow. Pink and blue mist emerged between her hand and the bow, the chains moving so that the small charm could pull off of the golden jewlery. Cecelia extended her palm, allowing the crossbow to balance on her hand. She circled her other hand over the piece, sending a purple mist that consisted of pink and blue particles over the tiny weapon. In no time at all, Cecelia had wrapped her palm around the base of the weapon, a life-sized and rather magnificent crossbow being left where the tiny charm had been. Most could tell that Cecelia had only cast a simple shrinking spell on the object and that the current size of the bow was its original form.

    [color=#66C2FF] Karsi blinked multiple times, the magic from the elf remaining an ongoing memory in her own mind. In fact, that was the very same colors and particles that had knocked and killed her. She shook her head slightly, looking down at her beautifully crafted DragonGlass that was almost giving off the luminescent glow in daylight. Colors swirled through the material, the constant movement of orange and iceblue clearly showing anyone who was smart enough that the blade had been magically enhanced with fire and ice abilities. Karsi looked up as a noise was made from one of the trolls, her eyes focusing on the hideous and repulsive creature before them.

    Cerrna's eyes widened as she came to a stop, pulling her bow from her back she picks an arrow from the quiver and draws the bow. Her aim trained on the trolls as she backed up till she was even with the group again. "Were allowed to kill these guys, right?" She asks ready to shoot them either way if they got to close.

    Aala kept on running, though she did draw her sword "i sure *bleep* ing hope so!"


    lydia drew her sword, a buetifully crafted weapon that shimmered with light eben in the day, "what are they doing here! yes fight" she ended yelling

    And with the confirmation to her question she lets loose 3 arrows, rapid fire. It was strange not just using sound to determine where things were, or what barriers blocked them. Her gift of sight now threw her off and made her think they were further than they were and she missed all but one shot. The half stag knocks another arrow to fire, a determined look on her face.