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    Zygax sighed, "Well, after you told me to find out my past, I went to the Nomad, because he also lost his past and I wanted some tips. Instead, he told me to focus on a memory so he could pinpoint it. I thought he was mad, of course, but I did it because I could not stand having you mad at me. So, after I did this, he opened a door through space and time to my-our- past. I found you, saw you in that terrible place. I saw Myvillion and his older brother. I...I...Uh...Am the one who set you free..." he offered her a feeble smile, not expecting her to believe it. He closed his eyes in fear of the reply.

    Lennox giggled, this whole thing seeming so funny to her. "Ok, my knight in shining armour." She said sarcastically, moving to kiss his neck then slowly move lower. "I'm the tipsy one, not you. Might need the healer to check you out." She smiled, her eyes full of mischief.

    "I won't be I promisssss...." She drawled, fitting her face in the crook of his neck. "I didn't even drink that much. Just enough to forget." She murmured against his neck, rubbing her nose on it. Another giggle fit hit her as she nipped his neck playfully.

    Zygax couldn't help but chuckle and enjoy her playfulness. He was throughly enjoying all the kisses he was getting on his neck, but wanted something else. He gently gripped her chin, "Be ready to march at dawn," he stated before initiating a passionate make out session.

    Hope this is all still valid))


    Gwynevere was sleeping now. Her Knights had built their own camp nestled against the belly of Mataethuud's Wyvern. Her tent was no larger than any others but she shared it with no one. Standing guard was a tall northern looking woman with an axe leaning on her shoulder. Gwynevere had refused to let Mataethuud guard her after the argument earlier that day.


    Ike nods.
    "Now you may ask me a question, and I will answer as honestly as I am able."

    //That makes sense, though I also feel as if the thread kinda lost its charm. Ah well, I suppose it was long over do, yeah? Hopefully your not stressing yourself out!

    //Holy shite I could, couldn't I?! Imma do that once my muse is up. I spent it on brainstorming more threads... XD


    Edit: Imma just TP them there.



    IC: I'Gra stood visibly shaken after the battles that had taken place, his weapon placed at his side with his eyes focused dully upon the hard ground. At this moment he was sure the Plague Bringer would have been a better rival than the wolves and the rebels. The male shuffled his feet and clasped his hands together praying they would be retuning soon but found that it would be unlikely and sulked with a sigh.

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    Lennox giggled. "I'm sure as hell not leaving this tent. The whole army would've heard me." She blushed, "I can deal with that tomorrow." She said, her voice breaking on a yawn. She trailed some kisses on his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.