Kyle Fahrlayn's Story

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#2011-11-29 03:51:14, as written by Shpleem

Kyle looked up when he saw the centaur, at first thinking him merely a man on the horse. When he got closer he slowed and stared, he had never seen another being besides humans, didn't even know they existed. This man was part horse, such a novel concept that it left him in awe, and seeing the swords he knew he was a warrior. He shook his head to break his stare before hefting his staff and jogging to catch up with him, perhaps he could learn something about the city from this being.

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#2011-11-29 04:04:29, as written by Shpleem

So even here they have fighters he thought to himself. Though as those thoughts went through his head his heart dropped, he knew how to fight but the swords of his people were just too heavy for him to swing for very long. "You fight with those little swords?" he asked, coming to a halt as well and leaning on his staff, trying not to show that his feet and legs ached from days of walking.

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#2011-11-29 04:35:54, as written by Shpleem

"Of course I did, those are so small, the ones back home are at least twice that." he said, being poked in the same shoulder that bore his name. "No I don't have a place to stay, I just got here." he said. Perhaps he could have to find this Gambit's, he didn't have a lot of money and would have to get some more as soon as possible, his only means of defending his meager belongings was the metal staff he carried, it did have a decent amount of weight and felt solid enough but it wasn't the same as a blade.

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#2011-11-29 04:52:04, as written by Shpleem

"Tell that the banrashuh that broke my arms last year." he answered. The thought of meal sounded good though but he would get a room first not knowing if his small handful of coin would last him. "All the places I've been to so far won't let me get a drink." he pointed out, he was only seventeen, would have been able to drink where he was from but not anywhere else he had been.

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#2011-12-03 06:21:28, as written by Shpleem

Kyle looked up from his drink as a young man flew into the room. A fight, well that wasn't something he was looking forward to getting into. Back home a 'fight' meant he was getting his ribs cracked and his legs broken, here he figured it would meant the same thing. In any case he hefted the dead man's staff and down his drink in case he had to get out of there.

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#2011-12-03 06:42:02, as written by Shpleem

Kyle was off of his stool and backing up. That thing was even bigger than the men back home, whatever it was it was not something he wanted to tangle with. All he had was the staff which in his hands was little more than a useless metal rod.

Still, he couldn't leave that other guy, he grabbed one of the chairs and threw it at the troll's head. He wasn't incredibly strong, built like Torin in a way.

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#2011-12-03 07:35:43, as written by Shpleem

Kyle shrugged and swung this short staff which served more as a walking stick than a weapon onto his shoulder. "Looks like the guys who used to pick on me back home, not that scary." he said. What he was more interested in was Torin's magic, he wanted some of that. "Can you teach me, the magic I mean?" he asked, walking over to him, not even bothering with the sword wielding warrior, he knew swords, all the ones he had seen in the city though looked so small compared to what he was used to.

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#2011-12-03 07:57:09, as written by Shpleem

Kyle shook his head, more big words than he was used to. He had prided himself on being one of the smartest people in his region, meaning the town and the surrounding wilderness but the smartest of a town of sword wielding thugs didn't amount to that much. "I'm looking for some one to teach me magic, I can already use a sword." he said, "Not that it's helped me in the past" he muttered angrily. He wanted to find a teacher but he also needed a source of income so that he could pay that teacher if he had to and he needed to keep paying rent for his room upstairs.

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#2011-12-03 08:19:00, as written by Shpleem

Kyle looked around as the building shook and some of the windows broke from the roar. He hadn't been in the city very long and didn't know a lot about its inhabitants but he had lived above Gambit's long enough to know that it was a fairly common occurrance and if one didn't want to look like a fool one didn't question such things. Instead he approached Torin, this time planting himself in front of the other young man. "Yes that, I want you to teach me." he said. He was a blunt person, to him there was no need to show respect when you didn't get any your entire life.

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#2011-12-04 01:11:45, as written by Shpleem

Kyle ran over to her, he didn't have much in the way of medical supplies but he could at least try to help. "Hey, lady, what happened?" he asked, looking around for what might have attacked her. He was a rather blunt person and didn't often act very respectful to others. He had never seen some one like her before, where he was from there were only humans, but since coming to Wing City he saw something new every day, not that he could make sense of all that he saw.

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#2011-12-04 02:20:23, as written by Shpleem

"Hmph, most people who played pranks on me decided it was more fun to break my legs." he said, letting the staff slide down in his hand till the tip rested on the ground. He was in a sort of rut, she did have that right, he was almost out of money and didn't have anyone to teach him what he wanted to learn. "What are you?" he asked bluntly, he was curious but his blunt method of questioning people could be offputting.

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#2011-12-04 02:38:31, as written by Shpleem

"Not a place I want to talk about, too many banrashuh." he said, cussing in his native tongue and smashing his staff into a cardboard box that was in the alley he had thought he found her wounded it. It was because of them he was near broke in a city he didn't understand with nothing more than a handful of gold coins and the staff and clothes of a dead man.

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#2011-12-04 02:45:27, as written by Shpleem

"Not unless you can teach me magic or offer me a job so I can pay for a place to stay." he said, unable to not feel a little awkward as she walked around inspecting him. The last time that had happened to him was before he attempted his country's right of passage and failed because the sword he was given was just too big and heavy.

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#2011-12-04 02:59:30, as written by Shpleem

Kyle lifted his eyes to look at her. "You'd do that?" he asked, looking at her in disbelief. Somebody was being nice to him? That was unheard of, his own father disowned him just because he couldn't win fights against other men his age who just happened to be at least a foot taller and one hundred pounds heavier than he was.

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#2011-12-04 03:23:09, as written by Shpleem

Kyle swung his staff up onto his shoulder and followed her. "Wasn't saying I didn't think it." he admitted as he walked. He had had the thought but he was smart enough, and sober enough not to even consider it. Considering even the women where he was from could break his limbs if he got on their bad side.

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#2011-12-04 08:01:54, as written by Shpleem

Kyle looked around the room, it was a big room, making him think of the feasting hall back home. The hall he was frequently thrown out of or forced to eat alone in. "This, is a house?" he asked, he never knew homes could be that big, palaces yes, fortresses yes, but a home, that big, was unheard of where he was from. "And what decided it didn't like the decorations?" he asked in addition, gesturing to one of the sets of claw marks with the dead man's staff.

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#2011-12-04 08:08:42, as written by Shpleem

Kyle looked at her quizzically, avoiding topics he could understand, he did that all the time, but giving him near free range in the house? Something was up. "Something doesn't fit, you just met me, and now you are giving me free range in your home?" he said, looking at her skeptically. He wasn't sure if it was another of her tricks that she was playing or if he she really meant it.

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#2011-12-14 04:20:45, as written by Shpleem

It was menial work, but it was a living, at least he was making money so he could eat, even if he didn't have to pay for a place to sleep thanks to that girl who called herself a wolf, but he knew she wasn't, wolve's couldn't talk. Kyle was sweeping the sidewalk and was almost done for the day, his coat and cloak hung on a bench nearby, leaving his toned arms bare and his jagged slash like tattoo of his name visible on his shoulder.

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#2011-12-14 04:30:11, as written by Shpleem

Kyle looked up from his work, picking up the broom as if it were a two handed sword before he realized what was happening. Part of him really didn't care that some one was suffering, but even his barbaric homeland had its equivalent to chivalry and ran to look, kneeling next to the woman and wiping away the slime from her nose and mouth with his hand and wiping it off on his pants. He had seen his own bones sticking through his skin, there was little that could put him off when it came to disturbing sights.

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#2011-12-14 04:39:12, as written by Shpleem

Kyle looked at those onlookers who had stayed to stare and stood up, shouldering his broom, more than ready to hit those how didn't back off when he glared at them for just standing there like weak idiots. This city was full of weak people, even he who was too physically weak to lift the swords used by his people was strong enough not to earn the label of weak. He walked back to where he was, he had to finish that block, if he didn't he would lose his hard earned pay.

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#2011-12-14 04:51:03, as written by Shpleem

Kyle was back to sweeping the sidewalk, just a few squares left to do, some people that walked past him stopped to look at his shoulder, the tattoo looked like a bunch of claws or teeth from some predator but in reality they were letters, his name, 'Kyle', he would not see it finished until he completed the Rite of passage and earned the ability to use his full name. That likely would never happen.

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#2011-12-20 07:39:11, as written by Shpleem

Kyle didn't know why he was walking down this useless path in the middle of the godsforsaken forest. He didn't have the cloak or coat he had taken from a deadman. He did still have the staff from the man in his hands and he was using as a walking stick. His mind was elsewhere as he stopped and turned away from the direction of the running girl, not even knowing she was there until she ran into him and knocked him down.

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#2011-12-20 07:54:27, as written by Shpleem

Kyle gritted his teeth and stood up, gripping his staff by the base of the pole. "Another banrashuh who thinks he can do what he wants huh?" growled Kyle, "Back off and I won't have to crack some heads." He put on a good show and if he wasn't a smaller man it probably would have been threatening.

As it stood he was outnumbered and he would be swinging a metal staff like a sword.

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#2011-12-20 08:05:51, as written by Shpleem

Kyle sidestepped easily, spears were pathetic weapons in his eyes, as he stepped to the side he spun and brought his staff down on the spear heads in an attempt break the heads off of them. The next movement was to spin the weapon upward too try and catch one or both of them in the chin.

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