ooc: Bloody hell, I always seem to forget at least one thread. Sorry
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Originally Posted by General D. Eath
Hewitt:
just to let you know, both the sword and the armor is acceptable, but ill have to change your armor anyways. Sorry bout that.
Clothes: A thick set of leather armor, Dyed a dark red color. Composed of a chest/back piece, and heavy flaps that hang off the waist, while still allowing for leg movement. Tight, form-fitting black clothes are underneath the armor.
As you come to, the first thing you notice is the odd feeling of standing up when being awoken. The next thing that hits you is the strangest sensation you’ve ever felt, one you can’t put your finger on, and something partially tells you that you don’t want to. Looking around, you have a perfect view of the battlefield. Taking in all of the scattered bodies and bloody mess, you move your eyes back to yourself, to find your assumed weapon. It wasn’t far away. It was actually lodged in your stomach, tacking you to the wall…
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"Hmm... now that shouldn't be there now should it?"
*Grabbing the hilt of the sword with both hands, he takes a firm grip before yanking hard on the blood soaked blade. Bracing himself for the worst pain in his life strangely he feels nothing as the blade is ripped from his body. He looks over the elegant weapon with mixed feelings of curiosity and confusion, wondering why he would own such a deadly weapon.
Why would I be standing in the middle of a battlefield for that matter?
When that question comes to surface in his mind eyes are drawn away from the sword to the blood-ridden scene before him. It was truely a remarkable sight, there must've been one hell of a battle here. He spends a few minutes just standing there, looking over the distant carnage...*