Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150315072056/@comment-29458028-20150318005817

"No, I'm good, just need a few more minutes to catch my breath" replied Edmund with a few more coughs. A third healing spell cast by himself got him back on his feet.

"Damned, that was a close call ... almost lost my life, but old legends never really die, do they? Huh, well, thanks for the concern, anyway, I appreciate it."

(If Aramis sees a not so knightly man with a sorceress in black robes, I think she found the right people. You can just chance upon them...)

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Vladimir rolled off the bed as dawn approached. He realized a bit late, though, that he was sharing beds.

"Owww, sorry, real sorry" said Vladimir as he tried to get off the bed normally...

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"Very, very skillful. One person against so many bandits. Impressive" said the hooded man, as he stood over a Khajit.

His hands flared golden, slowly sucking the Khajit back to consciousness, even though he knew the cat didn't need it. He was careful - the Khajit would only be on the edge of consciousness...

"Help them seek the blade of fables. While I cannot seek the blade myself, you can help my friend and those who happen to follow him. You cannot fail the recognize my friend, Edmund the wind knight. You'll know him when you see him."

Before the Khajit could fully wake up, though, the man was already gone.