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Aknor sat there completely still on the chair. He looked down and saw the cuffs and gagged. "Oh buck... Oh buck... Oh buck... What do I say of someone comes looking for her? It'll look like I blew her up... I'll be banished from this place too, damnit why do I get involed with these kind've things and get people killed?" He started to get up and leave Trixies shop, then Bangcolt and never return in fear of execution.

Oh oki

Umm... She ded?

Aknor stared, unable to belive the sight he was seeing. He resisted the urge to get her out as he guessed it was part of the show. He sat the anxiously, watching her struggle and writhe out the trap. He wated to fuse on the rockets as it reached its base. "Uh oh..." He covered his eyes and hoped she'd escaped.

Colours and shapes that the fireworks and pyrotechnics created from their explosions danced and waved around the room, then forming into shapes and creatures that intrigued him. He sat there in awe as the show continued on, "I can see where the illusionist part of your self proclaimed title came into light. But what about your stage performing?" He asked aburptly.

Omg... The ooc... I dont have to catch up 30+ pages! Huzzah!

Aknor wiggled in his seat as the snake licked his ear and proptly fell off, hoping he hadn't crushed her snake-bunny-hybrid by doing so. He was used to snakes from living in a desert in fact he liked snakes now he thought about it, just not when the lick the inside of his ear. It was a weird experiance, odd and relaxing at the same time. He sat back up into the chair and awaited her next trick after realizing he hadn't squished the snake.

Aknor grinned in antisipation, "Of course! Go, impress m-- Wha.. How did you so quickly?" He'd just noticed all the Trixies. "Go on, I'm already confused so lets keep it going." He sat, rooted to his chair waiting on her next trick, like a colt would await a new toy on winter's eve.

Hi Slav ill pm you when my PC is availible for a fight. I agree it'd be close

G'd evening folks!

Aknor clapped his hooves happly, "Cool! I didn't intend to see a show tody but this should be good!" I didn't mean to offend you but if this is the result then I guess I did good for once." He sat there happily as the room rotated itself and he waited eagerly for her performance, unsure of what expect.

Well then...

"Fair enough, if you fought for honor then nothing more can be done. If you gave your all then thats all there is for it. I'm not going to question further, as I have a habit of hitting the wrong nerve and getting into trouble for no reason." He felt something but ignored it for the moment, "So... What now? I mean... Anything left for me to do or am I here on leisure time now?" He said giving a sly wink.

Aknor looked around her shop, "You need security for your shop? I might know a guy." He thought for a moment then changed his mind, "Actually... If you'd like, I can make you security. All I need is a solid stone pillar but I can do it with metal, plastics and even wood. Runescribing isn't too difficult, but you'd have to draw it on otherwise they'd be bound to me. I could even draw ot on a bit of paper for you to copy down if you're intrested. I'd shape and sculpt the material, you'd bind it to your soul. Lifetime garentee, even of you do die, as long as your soul still has a physical tether, it'll protect you, your home and your prized posessions." He thought to himself, 'Maybe I should start a buisness on that kind've thing...'.

"But still, how does one indirectly cause an ursa minor to attack a quiet settlement?" He stopped before he prodded at painful memories." I still don't see where fighting in a tournament like this fits in. Unless... Nevermind." Aknor didn't want to jump to conclusions and didn't want to strike a nerve, he didn't want to ruin a potential friendship so early on.

Aknor sighed, "Don't worry about it. The past is in the past and nothing changes that. Still, tell me how you emded up a merchant, you said earlier you were an illusionist and stage performer. How did that happen? Were you robbed?" He realized he was jumping to conclusions and just awaited her answer, trying pace his questions a bit more and regretting his lack of patience.

"Ok, so I wasn't burying as if you look there now there'll be nothing there. I'd just finished making home guardians and had incribed runes on them. These runes that I engraved on them meant that at a clap of my hooves one of them will emerge at my side. Runescribing is a handy tool I learnt when I was younger. As for my history... Well, I was born in eastern Saddle Arabia to family of merchants and crafters. O didn't learn until I had earned my cutie mark that my family ran a close trade routine with a nearby gryphon clan, its been so long I can only remeber that they lived in the northern bluffs not the name of the clan." He paused to try to remember but it was just out of grasp. "Anyway, about 4 years ago we were slightly behind on deliveries on one shipment, their leader came down to see my father personally, they went for about an hour before only the leader returned and told me and my mother to return. Without my father. As we were leaving I looked back to see my father being tied to a dead tree at the edge of one of the cliffs, then gryphons taking turns one by one to slam into the tree." He stopped for a moment, remembering the very moments he described. "You can probably make a good assumtion on what happened next." He looked down, at the ground as if he'd find so e comfort hidden in it. "Sorry about the depressing story but you did ask... Anyway after that I never looked at gryphons the same way again, I started hating them, resenting them. However my constant anger would interfere with my work and after a breif few months I was banished from the establishment, to not return until I could control my rage. So I took a long period of time in studying differnt paths of shamanism to distract myself from the emotions. Recently I've wanted to test myself on how my training has benefieted and well, here seems the best place to try that." He looked at her, hoping he didn't dampen the recovering mood for her.

Tempest Shift as well. I'll post as soon as I can, but i'm at a friends birthday party and it may take a while; sorry.

No prob, enjoy the party!

Morning peeps

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Aknor smiled at the blue mare as he held the emblem, "Thank you... But a business is a business and if you change your mind about me paying then I'll pay." He the put it in his pouch, on top of everything else. "So, whats the plan now? Where do you need--" Then the intercom blared out, announcing a match between two ponies he'd never heard of. "Hmm... I didn't realise they had an intercom... Anyway Trixie, show me you need doing." He said, always happy to help others. He thought to himself, 'Wander who I'm matched against. I feel sorry for them.'

Trixie shrugged as she looked at the bag of bits, mulling over the amount. Deciding that it was enough, she slipped both it and the armor behind the counter and into a private storage hole under the floor, before turning back to the griffin.

"As I said before, it'll be ready in three days, be sure to come back in that time. Also..."

She pointed to a sign above her head, one which read "Probably should have mentioned that before, though."

She turned to Aknor

"By the way, did you want something, as well? Since i'm filling out personal requests, and you are sweeping my floor..."

"Honestly?" He said, "I have absolutly no plans for today and I thought that I might as well make myself useful. Also you were kind enough to make conversation with me in the first place. Otherwise I'd probably be 'burying' more things out there." He paused for a moment, thinking of the emblem that caught his eye earlier, "Hmmm, how much would it cost for that for the silver emblem I gave you earlier? I think it had a fireball etched in the center of it." He asked, hoping for it not to be extortionate in pricing. He doubted she'd want a coupon for a free piece of armour or a weapon.

*Starts summoning an Eredar Lord*

@Ranger22 @Corona de Adamas

Aknor coughed upon hearing the order, "Whatever your armour is, I can make better..." He grumbled to himself as he got back to sweeping the floor again, he whistled 'What a wonderful world' to himself as je continued sweeping the floors for Trixie. He had no idea why but he felt obliged to aid Trixie, maybe he felt sorry for her? He didn't know, and he didn't pay any more attention to the thought as he resumed cleaning up her shop for her.

*Is waering tinfoil hat*

"Haha! My plan wor--"

I call shenanigans!

on the stick hooves thing... GET YOUR MIND OUT THE GUTTER!!

 

What race is ranger's OC?