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located in Norr, a part of The Gift: Chapter Three, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Liliana Bloodleaf Character Portrait: Jivven Noda'Razzr
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Jivven Noda'Razzr


"Dammit!" Jivven barked as he cradled his injured hand. His dagger was lost the instant the axe severed the finger, most likely never to be seen again. It wasn't worrying to be honest, it wasn't like it was personally his. Besides, there were worse things happening than the misplacement of a simple blade. Such as the loss of the appendage and the offending harpy. The blood ran freely from the stump of a finger and further stained his scorched orange robes. After a moment of indecipherable cursing the the Dark Elf's native tongue. Then Jivven's head shot up and glared into the eyes of the Harpy. "You. You will die, with my boot on your neck," Jivven threatened. It wasn't the words which were frightening, it was the delivery. His tone was empty, dry, foreboding. Dark. All sarcasm or anger was squeezed and only left a cold nothingness. Probably something all Assassins probably did once in a while.

As his tone suggestion, all emotion drained from Jivven. Emotions got in the way of the killing blow. Become angry, and you lose control. Become sad, and you weaken yourself. Become happy, and you lose sight of the kill. Jivven didn't like this state, a state of complete emptiness, of utter and complete control. Yet, as an assassin, he knew the worth of the ability to empty one's mind and to be able to flow like the shadows. It was the difference between life and death. And he would avenge his finger.

The Harpy came in low and quick, looking to bash him with her shield. "Fool," Jivven mono-toned. The harpy had the advantage of height and distance, and she chose to engage him close-quarters? At his diminutive height too? There was no other way to describe the harpy, other than fool. Still hunched over his bloody hand, Jivven waited for the exact moment to evade and counter. Things seemed to slow down for the elf. A mix of pain and adrenaline could do that to a person. One... Two... Three... Now.

He quickly tossed all of his weight on on foot and agilely pivoted counter clockwise. He came once he had made a half circle he could see that the harpy would miss her attack and harmlessly fly passed him. She had no time to direct her moment and smash into him with his little maneuver, and he would be safe. Yet, he didn't just want to be safe. He wanted to punish her. As had his back turned towards the harpy, the leg he didn't pivot on began to stretch out and rise until it was was head height, with Jivven's trunk parallel to the ground. And that's when he struck.

He felt the satisfying thunk as his heel made contact with the back of the harpy's head, and a mirthless grin spread across his face. The harpy fell from the contact and Jivven finished his circle staring at the ground harpy. "Stand up. We aren't done with this dance," He commanded, wrapping his hand with a torn piece of his cloak. He couldn't care less about the state of his wardrobe now.




Liliana Bloodleaf


"Ah," Lily said, looking over the short halfling at the way she had indicating. Though Sid's warning had brought the elf's eyes back down the to halfling, a flash of sadness in them. Only flash however, and just like that they hardened back into their dull blue selves, "Yeah, of course. Thanks," She said, nodding and pushing past Sid. As she walked, she wondered how Turha was doing today... Some days were better than others, some worse. It was true for her as well. Some days she felt like they were fighting a losing battle, the odds stacked against them, and stacking everyday. As if everything was hopeless and they were all just going to die anyway.

However, she always remembered why she was fighting. To end it all. To put an end to a war that had already cost too much, and would probably cost more yet. She was tired of seeing friends die, of watching new soldiers come and go. She just wanted it all to be over, despite the allure of the Gift. ANd she would fight to see it come to fruition, whether she lived or died. It, she didn't matter anyone. She was just another cog in the machine of war. She was tired.

She was brought out of her thoughts upon re-entering the prison. Lily was positive Sid had pointed her this way... This was just another corridor lined with cells. She began to slowly make her way down the hall, checking the cells at her left and right until the very end when she found what she was looking for.

Turha. The tall lanky human with the dark skin. One of two twins, the other of whom was slain in the battle for Herrick, as well a many other comrades. Lily missed Gurgen, as well as both of the brother's bright smiles and electric personalities. Every time she saw Turha, she couldn't help but think of Gurgen. She was sure it was the same for him as well. Now, it was all she could do to even coax a grin from the man. So much loss...

"We did good today," She said softly, the gentlest her voice had been all day. "I didn't lose many, if any, and that's always a good thing," She continued, entering the cell and leaning against the wall across for Turha. "Still think we should had slaughtered the rest of the children though..." She added darkly. She let the silence fill the air for a moment before asking her question, "How are you holding up today?"

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