Kyle stepped towards his foe and slashed at him with his sword.
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Smirking at the thought of more fighting Kyle stood up and was itching to fight.
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Kyle turned to Vera, "I have stated before that I used to be royalty. That is something that not many know."
Kyle gave everyone a grin as he drew his sword, the thought of using it excited him. "So let's start crossing the river!"
Kyle looked at his hand, then he looked back at Percival, then back to his hand, and then back at Percival again. A bit confused as to why he would just put a leech on him. But Kyle did not mind as he just simply ripped it off then proceeded to lick the blood while looking provocatively at Percival. OOC:
Kyle walked up towards the well and sat down besides it. Leaning his back on the cold stone of the well, Kyle asked Vera,"Vera, is there some sort of temple of Orcus nearby? I was told rumors of there being one.". Perhaps knowing more of his surrounding would give Kyle the advantage of survival.
Kyle smirks and continues to amuse the strange scorpion tamer. "The town I grew up in burned and massacred my whole family. I am the only survivor. My name is worthless to this world now, the only fame my name can hold is through fortune and glory. A real man's earning in life."
Kyle looks at Mr. Touch with a grin.
"I could use some water."
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Kyle walks out of his room and downstairs. With a crack of his neck and a yawn he says,"Mornin' , do we have time for some breakfast?". He did not seem nervous one bit, perhaps it was ignorance of the dangers that lie ahead. Or perhaps he had a plan. Either way not a single care was shown on his face.
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Kyle walked into his room. Taking off the back pack by the side of his bed and sword leaning against it. He sits upon the bed and with his dagger, etches a dash along his arm, marking another kill. He then lies down and sleeps in his armor ans shield.
Kyle walks over towards the table, drinks the last of ale that the dead men were drinking and then heads towards the rooms. As he continues walking he stops for a moment, turning his head towards the redhead.
"The name's Kyle by the way."
Kyle grins as he turns around while drawing his longsword. Gripping it tightly he goes to swing at the closest foe.
"I was hoping to end my day in blood!" You could see it in his eyes, the hunger for killing.
Kyle stepped into the tavern, as he approached the bar, he slightly nudged the redhead to the side. "Parden me.", he spoke with a powerful whisper. "Room for the five of us." , He reached into his bag and fetched a gold piece from his bag.
A tall man steps out from the docks. Standing over six feet he weres a full suit of a dark gray plate armor, slung on his back a backpack and a long-sword, which you could tell had some fair amount of use in his past. He was holding in his left hand a shield unlike any most had seen. It was covered in black spikes and in the center was a small glass orb that seemed to hold some type of liquid. The metal of the shield seems to shift slightly as he moved, almost as if it were a living creature. As he lifted his hood from his tattered gray cloak you could see the face of a man that had been in many battles. His hair black and his eyes blacker. He bore many scars on his face and you can clearly see what looks like two tattoos of chains on his cheeks to look like they are coming out of his eyes. But with a closer glance you can see that they are not tattoos at all, but rather brand marks. "How much am I getting paid for this again?" He spoke firmly, his voice sounding like gravel and thunder.
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