"The beach, boy. You're on a beach. A beach at Carnerik, to be precise. What's your name?" Victim sounds as nice as possible, but his eyes saw the brand and stayed there. His eyes furrow as he thinks furiously. He looks at Aena, then back to the boy. His tone changes as he asks the next question, "What happened out there?" -- Ocean

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Date Posted: 11:29:03 01/30/05 Sun
Author: Victim?
Subject: "The beach, boy. You're on a beach. A beach at Carnerik, to be precise. What's your name?" Victim sounds as nice as possible, but his eyes saw the brand and stayed there. His eyes furrow as he thinks furiously. He looks at Aena, then back to the boy. His tone changes as he asks the next question, "What happened out there?"
In reply to: Someone 's message, "OOC: Hello there. BIC: The boy (I guess you probably would've figured this out as you dragged him ashore) was wearing baggy pants rolled up around the calfs and a loose white shirt that laced up near the neck. He stirred slightly when hearing a voice but remained in a state of semi-consciousness. He appears to be roughly fourteen. A silver chain peeks out from the top of his shirt and a medalion of interlocking squares can be discerned through the wet shirt. The boy's sleeves have been rolled up to above the elbow and on his right fore-arm there is a black brand of lightning across a crescent moon. The boy's sandy blonde hair clings to his face and as his eyes flutter open to reveal dark blue eyes turned silver in the sunlight. The boy turns his head to look at the boy nearest him, "Where am I?"" on 20:04:55 01/29/05 Sat

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