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Isora didn't remember what happened next. It was all a flash and a struggle, and eventually everything went black. When she awoke, she was dazed, but alive. "What happened?" she asked the nurse who nervously hovered by the bed, praying that the witch wouldn't wake up during her watch...

OKAY. I ALSO am suffering through grad school. This is my last semester actually and I'm struggling to make sure I keep up with everything. HOWEVER. Luth asked me to do this, so I'm going to. Right now. Expect your post in thirty minutes or so.

Woohoo lets get this party started! I have a dragon who has been WAITING A VERY LONG TIME!

Isora desperately attempted to get Miss Marilyn out of the room, and eventually found herself following Knight Ialia out into the streets and towards the inn. She was well aware of the disdain practically radiating off her person, but expected no less. Knights were already wary of mages, and...

Tuesday? =(

Oh dear. The poor girl looked to be a wreck, and Isora couldn't blame her. As capable as the young mage was, Isora didn't believe that children should have to battle, no matter how competent. And after her brush with death at the tower, well... it took a particularly strong young woman to even...

Still in!

Isora was temporarily taken aback. "Y...you don't mind being seen with me, then?" How irregular! Anyone seen in her company could very well be tried for assisting an outlaw! But, then again, she supposed little ones such as Vai could just easily escape. Best not to look into it. After checking...

"He did evade my notice quite well, actually," she said about her new...companion. "But I assume you don't care a bit about that." And of course, he didn't. He was lounging on his bed looking smug and self assured. Gods, he was terrifying and infuriating all at once. "Though there is only one...

Isora!!

Don't worry, Knight, this RP has lasted over a year! We tend to post at a slower pace considering how the majority of us are in college/grad school and the posts are quite lengthy. Just cause it's going slow doesn't mean it's dying!

Isora was completely surprised when her hand brushed up against something that moved. Assuming that a mouse or insect found its way into her bag (a common occurrence, sadly) she pulled her hand back with a gasp, completely missing what the creature had to say. It sounded just a bit like buzzing...

What do you think of Isora? She's pretty, no? =D

Sneaky - I'm sure some of the higher ups had documentation, but people such as Isora or wandering vagabonds usually didn't. It doesn't REALLY matter honestly at least right now!

Omg Sneaky....I'm so sad... T_T

Posted!

The meeting with the King was absolute torture for Isora, who was forced to use her scarves as a covering for the mark around her neck. The pain was unbearable, but she managed to accept her gifts as graciously as possible, avoiding her eyes in hopes that no one in the palace would recognize her...

My boyfriend!

Name: Mordra Sayd Age: 272 years Appearance: