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#2011-11-08 01:50:08, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor heard a faint 'Hello' as he tried to regain his bearings on the new surroundings. A glow was in the air, unnatural at that. As he climbed to his knees, he realized just how much pain he was in. But, it all seemed to diminish as he gazed on something he'd never seen before. Lights, tall things, massive things. Of course it was just wing city... But to someone from his time, it might have well been the place of afterlife. He was so stunned by his surroundings that he'd completely ignored the gash on his right leg.

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#2011-11-08 01:55:39, as written by Vexar

"I." He called out in reflex. He was glad to have someone speak in a familiar language, though some of the words sounded foreign. Only then did he feel the sharp pain bring him back to reality. He fell to his knees and his hand was already applying pressure to the injury on his right leg.

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#2011-11-08 02:08:00, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor smiled at the sight. A pure one. He was only half elf. "I'd be honored!" He sat up quickly. Only to injure himself further as he took sight of Lumierre. Darro did his best to hide the fact. He'd not stop his awkward gaze at her, near childlike.

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#2011-11-08 02:34:12, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor shouted "State your purpose or I'll have you to ash this moment!" Darro attempted something, only he could do at home. He let his sword hit the ground and freed his right hand. He murmured something and a faint spark flicked into the palm of his hand. Then it burst into flame... His hand burst into flame. "HAAAGGGHHH!!! FIRE! FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE! FIRE!" He panicked and ripped his shirt off to cover the flame... With his hand.

Shirt on fire, hand on fire, bleeding from the leg. Darro, was a hero.

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#2011-11-08 02:43:53, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor was in a ditch by now. Soothing steam from his hand. Oddly enough, he showed no burns. He hurt, oh he hurt, but there were no boils, no bubbles, no burning flesh. Just steam. He wasn't mesmerized by this. No, he was now focused on the pain in his hand, arm and leg. He'd been from the only quiet place in all of Zendikar, hearing of adventurers and tall tales; yet he could hardly manage a claymore and flame.

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#2011-11-08 03:07:14, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor was obviously not coming to anytime soon. Though, something would happen to the magic used on him. It would be rejected, it would lose it's glow and turn dark. If Lumierre wasn't cautious enough, it may even taint her. Something was odd about Darro, other than being an outright failure at the moment.

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#2011-11-08 03:37:39, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor heard the elf's voice trickle through the pulsing in his mind. "Obvious." He spoke, or thought he did. He did give effort to speak so he must have made a sound. Suddenly a figure was out before him. Holding some sort of capsule. He didn't trust it. Darro thought he shook his head 'no'. Then again, all he could do was feel pulsing... searing... pain in the depths of his scrambled eggs, or brain.

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#2011-11-08 03:43:19, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor didn't know what to do with the pill even if he had trusted the man. Darro struggled to get out of the muck of the ditch. Though his leg wound seemed to be taking care of itself, he stumbled to his feet. His hair was matted down, barely going past half his forehead. His brown eyes scoured for his claymore, and ended up finding his broken bow. "Fs khh." is what came out of his mouth. He intended to say, "Damn, my bow."

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#2011-11-08 03:55:09, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor wasn't so sure of the fact himself. He rolled to the ground next to his claymore. It was another struggle just to pick it up and stand back up. He though, if he just had his weapon and broken bow, he'd be transported back home as he had been here. "HEEYYGGG. Takemebackkgg!" He shouted to the sky. "Ssadventureshit dsisdifferentthan I magined sswouldbe!" Darro conversed with the skies above, claymore to the ground in his right hand and broken bow dangling in the other.

The setting changes from Wing City Gardens (South) to Main Street

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#2011-11-09 02:46:13, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor had spent most of the previous day passed out in the park. He wandered around Wing City for the first time ever. The half elf, brown short hair and brown eyes, had never seen a city before. He clasped his claymore and broken bow and stumbled about the city.

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#2011-11-09 02:51:49, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor was completely lost. Horses wandering about buildings of a scale he'd never imagined back home. He thought he was hallucinating yet again. His broken bow was in his left hand, the other half of it dragging behind him as he stumbled about the sidewalk.

-Bump-

He fumbled back after running into Xantam. "Soori" ... "Ts.. Sori?" He spoke, accent strange.

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#2011-11-09 02:57:52, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor had been blinded by some of the cities night lights strobing above. "No, eh don't." He spoke common, but his accent was heavy. "What sis layton?"

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#2011-11-09 03:02:06, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor did just that. A horse seemed un-natural here. Seeing that even he was getting odd looks. He looked down and studied the broken bow in his left hand. "Darro." Out of reaction, he slapped the man's palm and held his fist against his chest. "Honored to meeht youh."

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#2011-11-09 03:42:12, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor took a turn down another street as he faded off into view. He had a lot to sort out. He's only been here for twenty-four hours... He had no idea how to get back home, or where it was, if it was still there.

The setting changes from Main Street to Gambit's Bar

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#2011-11-10 04:03:37, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor was still lost in how he'd arrived here. He's now been within the city of wings for forty eight hours. Darro found himself in a booth along the wall. His broken bow was next to him in the booth. His claymore was on the table. He was fascinated at the moving menu he browsed over; it seemed to call to him on his homeworld's food.

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#2011-11-10 04:17:13, as written by Vexar

"Kitties tongues are silver and forked, trust not those of wild or you'll be worked." He looked at the cat. "Wild folks, like you... Not to be trusted back home. I don't think I could pay you back if I accepted help." He said, more careful with his words. So the feline would understand.

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#2011-11-10 04:25:13, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor was listening, he really was. But... Something in that statement threw him off. "Ster iyo ty ping?" He slowly pronounced it. "Careful with your words wild one. Explain what you means." Darro slouched over to listen to the cat.

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#2011-11-10 04:39:40, as written by Vexar

Darro En'Kor jumped at the shout of the silver haired... Freak of nature. "I ... er.. Thinks we are similar in relations. And Zendikar is my home... It is what we called the land that we walked on." He spoke, peeling his eyes away from the tall one.

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