Recent content by Aegnor Ransiren

He jumped up and raced towards the hands, screaming. He raised his knife and hacked at the hands frantically. He didn't know what to do, but he would try as much as possible to free him. He was sweating as he desperately stabbing the hands, without any sign of success. He wiped sweat from his...

Aegnor nodded. He looked around nervously, making sure Leela didn't stray too far. he wouldn't want to give after her. He watched Crows Call confidently walk up to the caravan. Not for the first time, he wished he had his confidence. He gulped silently. Surely nothing was hiding behind. They...

In spite of the excitement growing within him, Aegnor gulped nervously. Would he and his comrades make it out of this alive? Not that he doubted their skill. Far from it. He was simply nervous. Of course, his companions could handle themselves. But it was his own safety he was worried about...

Aegnor cracked his knuckles. What the man said hit him hard. ''I've changed my mind. Let's go kick their arses.'' He replied, his voice growing excited. He never thought he would be in this situation, but here he was. He certainly never expected something of this proportion to happen. He felt...

Aegnor crossed his arms and frowned at the man. "None of you fought back?" He asked. "Or did you just didn't feel like it?" He didn't really want to indulge his companion's conversation, but he saw no other way. Something else the man said interested him. "The vampires wouldn't go in, you say...

Aegnor nodded in a satisfactory fashion. ''Let's get going then, brothers. It's dangerous to be idle in a place like this.'' He scowled, looking around. All this talking his travel companions were doing was extremely unnecessary, in his opinion, but he didn't dare say anything against it. He...

//Sorry if I answered out of turn as well. My mind isn't really functioning at its normal capacity these days.// Aegnor, who had been busy slicing at the monsters with his knife, stared at the man in wonderment. ''Pardon me for asking, but what in blazes are you on about?'' He asked him...

//I am so sorry, brothers. I have been busy these past few weeks with school and all that. I'll try to reply more often.//

Aegnor spotted Namidre fighting and ran towards her. Thank the gods she was alive! He dodged the severed limbs of their enemies, which were flying all around them. He also watched the ground full of blood and body parts. ''Did you gather these people here?'' He asked, and then smiled. ''If so...

Aegnor woke up to the sound of screaming for the second time. Cursing loudly, the person beside him jumped up. He got up and ran to the guard at the door, who luckily ran away as soon as he heard the commotion. Gathering up the men of the group, together they went up to join the fight. Aegnor...

Aegnor sat on a wall silently. His captors didn't allow talking. Or attacking, for that matter. His face was bloody with his few attempts. His eyes stinged from lack of sleep. He stared at the guard protecting him at the door. He smirked in his direction, happy that he couldn't see him do it...

((Okay. Sounds exciting!)) Aegnor woke up in a dark place with a man's frightened face staring back at him. He hastily rose up and saw that his bonds were released. That was something, he supposed. He didn't know where he was now. Not that he could see anything at the moment. "Hey, you." He...

Aegnor smiled meekly. "I am only kind to both of you because it's how I am." Not entirely true. There were some times he had snapped at guests back home. But it mostly because they were being obnoxious. "As for the certain absurdity of the situation we are in....I live in Crossroad Mire, where...

Aegnor caught sight of Kiros and frowned. He looked sick. Deciding not to mention it, he faced towards the river, holding the ship's steering wheel. Coughing into his hand, he tried to make conversation. "Perhaps it would be wise to hold off on walking for now. There might still be danger down...

((Sure, why not? I mean he WAS unconscious.)) Aegnor woke up to the sound of arguing. He tried to stand up but found out he was strapped to a chair. He tried screaming, but his mouth was covered with a rag. He squirmed in his seat, trying to go free. Where were his captors? He looked around...