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Post by DeadFlamers on Oct 5, 2006 6:13:09 GMT -5
Kronic sit by the fire, looking at his paws where he was mailed to the boards before closing his eyes
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Post by columbia on Oct 5, 2006 7:33:16 GMT -5
piper sits half confused by the conversation but shrugs it off as she lays back against a log and listens
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Post by RaZoR KiSsEs on Oct 5, 2006 7:39:52 GMT -5
Mathius reaches into his purse (a kind of shouder pack, from the old days) and pulls out this tobbaco and pulls (a sort of corn husk rolling paper), and rolls a tight smoke lighting it at the end with a match. taking a few drags he says "now who will be first of our gruop to tell their tale, or story if you may like."
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Post by columbia on Oct 5, 2006 7:45:02 GMT -5
Piper shrugs "i dunno mine isnt as interesting as yours so go ahead"
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Post by RaZoR KiSsEs on Oct 5, 2006 7:47:20 GMT -5
Mathius drags upon his smoke, thinking of how to start and then the words begin to fall from his mouth "well, would you here me well?"
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Post by columbia on Oct 5, 2006 7:56:49 GMT -5
piper raisesa brow " i am listening arent i"
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Post by RaZoR KiSsEs on Oct 5, 2006 8:13:51 GMT -5
Mathius smiles not taken back by her tone and begins "well this is hard but, it will eventually become easier as i go on... but remember this day does not hold enough time for my whole tale... for the rest i will reveal when ka allows it."
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Post by columbia on Oct 5, 2006 8:24:05 GMT -5
"okay....." piper replies "this better be good though, if it takes that long, so start" she adds
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Post by DeadFlamers on Oct 5, 2006 12:29:41 GMT -5
Kronic keeps his eyes closed, one ear pinned back while the other was facing the two spaking
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Post by RaZoR KiSsEs on Oct 5, 2006 13:33:06 GMT -5
Mathius smiles in regard to the girls comment, his face showing the age he was cast by the flames of the fire. looking into the fire his tale begins to roll out of his mouth "i was young, probably 16... i was forced into my test of manhood early, but with no protest i passed." taking a few drags off his smoke he throws the remains into the fire and continues as he exhales "these weapons i hold dear to my hear, that are strapped to my waist... these were the guns of the last gunslinger... Roland... a man i knew everything about, and nothing about all at the same time... and believe me when i say true, Roland lives within me, and you and you" pointing to the two around the fire but still continuing "you two have been quickly drawn to me, and although you may not except it now... you will travel with me for long times to come... but none of that back to my tale. i found these guns next to the dryed up bones of a gunslingers remains, i knew whos' remains they were as soon as the sandlewood grips of his guns emerged from the dirt. this was Roland Deschain of Gilead, son of Stephen Deschain, seeker of the dark tower." stopping at this moment as his throat becomes swelled and a few tears pierce through his bombadier eyes, those flashing blue bombadier eyes.
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Post by columbia on Oct 5, 2006 18:54:30 GMT -5
"so much for a gunslinger if hes dust n bones" Piper thinks loudly before cupping her mouth "paaaalease dont hit me that came out a little stupid i know" she adds "interesting go on"
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Post by DeadFlamers on Oct 6, 2006 1:23:53 GMT -5
"The dark tower....." Kronic mumbles quietly, his eyes suddenly flashing as each hair stands on end
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Post by RaZoR KiSsEs on Oct 6, 2006 5:53:09 GMT -5
Mathius smiles and says "hit i will not, for you are my ka-tet. we are one, we share our thoughts... but not to an extent, you need the touch to drive harder into the mind." looking over to the man he continues "yes the Dark Tower, do you know of it... maybe a dream, where the field of blood is really the field of roses..."
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Post by DeadFlamers on Oct 6, 2006 8:18:44 GMT -5
"I would rather listen to your story" He replies looking like a fluff ball "Then to speak myself"
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Post by RaZoR KiSsEs on Oct 6, 2006 8:22:10 GMT -5
Mathius is taken a back and replies "i beg of you answer my question... and you will speak, maybe not right after my tale but you will tell us yours. there will be water if god wills it."
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