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Full Name: Cohen O'Hartley Title: "The First Prince of Conquest" Age: 17 Gender: Male Personality [eg. quirks, edge, traits, etc]: Cohen's personality changes depending on his situation. Most of the time, he is a rather confident, self-preserving and egotistical teenager. His most common...

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Areal grimanced slightly as the taste still lingered in her mouth. "keeping my friend here company " she sung. Patting the bull on the arm. "Torruk did not ask for company" mumbled the bull as he poked the fire lazily.

Aeralia picked up her cup sceptically, whilst Torruk seized it and just simply tipped it down his throat before turning around to prepare dinner. Aeralia took a careful sip and her faced screwed up as the liquid sent spicy flavours across her tongue. She flapped her arms a bit as she tried to...

Torruk stopped short of the grove's exit. Turning around he grunted and succumbed to the suggestion. Aeralia's cheeks turned a slight shade of pink as she rubbed her forearm nervously. "I'm not a brilliant cook, I'm afr-.." Torruk walked past, carrying a breeze with him that ruffled Aeralia's...

Aeralia continued to flap her arms and look Torruk over. Lifting up his arms to check his ribcage, before fussing over his feet. Almost assured that the attack had cracked a hoof or his ankle. Torruk lazily watched the Elf's burial. Looking down at his weapon hand, which had been hardened by...

Torruk straightening up, looked back at Merri. Sliding axe back into its buckle as he looked at the ruptured ground. "Forest is fine. Torruk harmed no roots." He placed his palm gently against the Wood Elf's. Crossing over to the tree where the Elf's body lay. Kneeling down before him, he closed...

Torruk charged along the forest floor. Watching the Wood Elf dive from the trees and garotte his target. Watching the Illusionist crumble under the series of strikes, he began to heel up. Driving his leading hoof into the ground, he swung his form around and blind-sided the Elf with the back of...

Torruk grunted again, turning on the spot as he scanned the tree line. Gripping on his axe tightly, he narrowed his eyes and braced his supporting foot backwards. Leaning back, he quickly wrapping the crook of his shield-arm around Aeralia's waist and lifted her up above the ground. Aeralia...

Torruk watched as the arrows blurred through the Elf's form. Stunned he spun around to be met with the Elf again. Safe and sound. Aeralia cried out: "Illusionist!"

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Torruk crept forward as quietly as he could whilst supporting the mass of muscle and fat. Aeralia tip-toed alongside behind him, now lost sight of Merri in the trees, she was rather confident that she was covered from all angles. The grove had gone silent, Torruk came to a halt in the middle of...

The gentle crunch of twigs beneath Torruk's hooves heralded the movement of the trio through the forest. Aeralia followed close behind, looking around the forest with a serene smile. Torruk's expression was still relaxed, but somewhat sentinel. Watching the trees like a hawk watches a field...

Aeralia smiled briefly, throwing a figurative look in torruks direction. "I'm fine sweetie. I may only be a druidess, but I know my way around the forest. Almost on queue, Torruk mumbled something about a job and began to stomp off. Aeralia flashed Merri a slight smile before starting after him...