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Nynaeve

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  1. 8 hours ago, Liitha said:

    Having too many player seem not be their issue lol, i am just helping out and is happy to bow out if there should sudenly actually be too many..i played one or two games when mafia first started and was done

     

    Is not here too stay ? just in for this game cause i think the newbies are cute and want to give them a chance to well get hooked so you have players who will stay longterm lol

     

    Well this doesnt bode well lol

  2. The great Shaman called Saar'Eve watched the going-ons from a hill up above, kneeling behind a thorn bush. She knew that stench all too well as the breeze swept across her magnificent goddess-like face. That specific revolting bird feces aroma that anyone with a snout could smell from leagues away. He was down there somewhere. If it wasn't for her sensing him, she could have guessed he had his hand in it, seeing as the so called attack was a complete failure. It seemed like a tough spot to be in. He could very well be injured. Or dead. 

     

    She shrugged to herself. "Oh well."

     

    She leaned forward ever so slightly to get a better look and sneered as she got pricked by the bush. A drop of blood escaped her now less than flawless skin. Her eyes narrowed as she ripped the poor bush a new one with her double edged ax. The bush was clearly in cahoots with the flies. A plan meant to catch her with her guard down. It's a good thing she was just spying and not defecating, otherwise things might not have ended in her favor. "Effort good, flies. But Saar'Eve smarter."

     

    Her face split into a smile as she saw a lot of torches afar. It amused her when those mere mortals thought that getting huddled together and holding fire would make much of a difference. If anything it made it easier to find them. Made it easier to surround them. And then it usually led to play time with innards and the tedious task of deboning for fine dinning culinary purposes. She felt fine while eating the easy hoo-mahns, but afterwards she'd always feel cheap. 

     

    She spun around as the breeze carried in fresher scents. She stared into the darkness for a while until a form slowly appeared. She didn't have to wait for him to be fully visible to speak. "You take name of Trolloc and drag through Jumara secretion." Saar'eve flourished her pristine black robe as she eyed him closely. She wondered if his sudden reappearance in her life was connected to the plot against her. He might be a double agent. One could never be sure. "Trust no one". That's what she told her progeny before she ate them.

     

    "What you do here, Narg? help hoo-mahn kill us? They no need help. You go blight and dig poo holes. You good be that. Leave death for Shamans. No shame in poo work."

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