TellATaleForTwo

Petra giggled. "You know me far too well Nicarga." she said. "but," she turned back to Lethero, "if you are starting to feel the pressure... feel free to ask for ...

Petra heard Lethero's voice as he made the announcement and figured it was time time to show herself. "I guess i better let him know Im back." she whispered to ...

Petra was tired from her long flight back. "im just going to rest here for a while and listen, ok?" Petra got comfy in Nicarga's fur and closed her eyes.

Petra landed on Nicarga's back and crawled up to her head, near her ear so she could speak to her. "Sorry it took me so long to get back, I ...

Petra was silent. She had snuck up behind the unsuspecting boar and took aim. A small noise escaped its mouth, and then it fell over. "My, your hunting skills are ...

Petra looked over at Nicarga. She didnt want to leave her alone with the others, but she knew her pride would be hurt if she didnt let her make amends. ...

Petra was annoyed at how easily the firedrake had undone her magic. Espesially since that particular binding spell had taken her ages to master. But what surprized her even more ...

"Me? Oh no where in particular." Petra didn't want to let her old friend know the trouble she'd been through just yet. It seemed as if she had enough on ...

Suddenly all the werewolves except for Nicarga had become deathly still. "If she says she didn't mean for it to happen, then she didnt mean for it to happen." Petra ...

Petra began to hear the sounds of carnage, and soon the thick smell of blood reached her nostrils. The screams of men echoed through the forest. "Damnit." She didnt want ...

Petra swore. How had she gotten herself into a mess such as this in such a short time after leaving the village? And an even better question was: How was ...

Name:Petra Race: Elvin-Pixie (half-breed) Gender: female Age: 19 Description: shapeshifts and changes color Other: carries a magical staff and a dagger, on top of the staff, the hilt of the ...

The barmaid sighed. "Keep it clean boys. I don't need a mess on my hands."

"Would you like another pint?" asked the barmaid warmly. She hated it when people didn't like her, and she was pretty good at reading other peoples feelings, but other than ...

"How many times do I hafta tell ya not ta do that?" The barmaid shakes her head and throws him a towl to wipe up his spit, then turns to ...