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Posted: **Tue May 09, 2006 4:55 pm**

Suprise, shock..these were the last images which eminated from the mans eyes as the finely crafted blade slid slowly into his chest. It did not have to be like this, the man had been pleasant company upon the long voyage but he spoke to much, asked to many questions. An inquisitive nature was surely a way to get yourself slain, especially in these dark times.

Pulling the blade from the dead man Zain took relish from the sickening sound made from the vacuum where his blade was but a second before, the sound of this man falling to the deck before him.

Well the voyage just become that much cheaper

A smile crosses the strangely clad mans face as he slowly steps from the gangplank upon the soil of his new home, Gobaith. A land of oppertunity, and from what he had heard chaos. A perfect place for his new life.

Posted: **Wed May 10, 2006 2:18 am**

A man, in his mid to early 20's stands aside the town gate writing notes into a book, the title of which in Elven. He spots the man wandering up and looks about him with deep blue eyes.

Many days before he greeted a fledgling Elfess, so he was happy to see yet a new face.

He is wearing plain white robes with a few insignia stitched into them, the only thing that one can see legibly on his clothing, is the bright red N.I stitched to the right arm of the cloak.

He hurriedly places the book within his bag, eager to greet the newcomer.

Posted: **Wed May 10, 2006 10:02 am**

The white robed stranger stood from his position against the gate and approached him, of all the foul luck. A guard perhaps, yet a guard clad in robes, not thier usual garb. Zains eyes look to the man for any visable weapons his gaze falling againt the finely embroided N.I.. N.I what could this mean. no matter he was fastly approaching..

Zain nods his head politely to the man before speaking in a rich yet educated tone ' Greetings to you sir '

On closer inspection the man appears to be in his late teens, finely groomed black hair resting about his shoulders with a few strands falling about himself to frame his cat like green eyes.

' Is there a problem? '

Posted: **Thu May 11, 2006 12:38 am**

He nodded to the man, "Greetings to Troll'sbane new sir. I am Nicholas Ivan, expert medico. Might I ask, where you've arrived from new sir?" He looks at the man, apparently examining his apparell and such.

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