AirForceBrony

Hearth let out a terrified gasp. "What was that?" She asked, terrified.

Hearth reared up again, she was about to die, and she didnt even do anything wrong... All she could focus on was the blade of the axe.

(I can't find anyone... Why don't we keep it moving so it doesn't die, and then meet up with them along the road?)

She nodded. (I can try to find someone.)

I wish that we really lived in Equestria. I'd be the happiest guy in the world!!!

Hearth Fire looked at the guard in fear, and then huddled against bronze for comfort. He seemed to be the only one she could trust at the moment.

She looked back up to him with her eyes full of tears. "H-how?" She asked, her voice was in a fearful tone.

"M... My mother died... Twelve years ago... I don't know where my father went..." She says, she couldn't help but curl up in a ball and quietly cry to herself.

"N-no... I'm just a healer... It's all I could focus on after my..." She stopped in her sentence and teared up.

She nodded shyly, "I'm fine... Just a headache..." She said, she was baffled that he didn't notice her head on him... Perhaps it was for the better...

Hearth Fire slowly woke up... Her head was pounding... And her vision was blurred... Once she came to her senses, she lifted her head to notice it was on a Pegasus stallion she didnt know. She jolted away only to find she was chained up. Apparantly they thought she could use her magic to untie the ropes... However that wasn't the case... "Oh... I'm... I'm so sorry..." She said to the stallion in the sweetest, softest voice ever heard with a heavy blush. (I actually do run a battle maiden. They're really hard, but so much fun!)

Name: Hearth Fire Race: unicorn Skyrim race: Khajit Major skills: Restoration, Speech, Alchemy Minor skills: Enchanting, Lockpicking, Light Armor History: Hearth Fire was born and raised in Elsweyr until her father went to trade with the soldiers in the civil conflict in Skyrim and her mother died from a terminal illness. She practiced restoration magic in the guild until she was 14, then set off to give her services allover Tamriel. She had just reached Skyrim at the age of 18 to find herself ambushed and mistaken for a Stormcloak rebel. Dream: To help people... She is incapable of fighting but is invaluable as a healer. (The class is called BattleMaiden. It is mentioned when you talk to one of the guys in the Bee and Barb in Riften.)

Character withdrawn

Ok, I'll get to fixing it now. However, the 10gs isn't really a whole lot... As I've studied, 25gs is about a car crash, 100gs is lethal. That's what I've seen in some studies I've done.

(He's mad at me, I don't think he'll wanna play this one anymore.)

John followed Starwind.

((Resurrect, oh thread of ours!!! Your postromancer commands it!!!!))

Aaand that's why I don't use Skype... I have one, but I haven't been on it for a while.

I haven't been on Skype in forever... My phone's data can't handle it... but did our characters get accepted?

"its the only one AFB knows too yeah, that's a great choice, in fact!" Steel said as he started to write down some information and flip to the page in his textbook, "it's page 416."

((Oh. Ok! ^^ yol time shul!!!")

(Pm me details on that, that's interesting.)

(( lol ah, ok! ^w^))

(Why you emo??? XD)