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Loclov had short unruly Black hair, Intense Yellow eyes
chizzaled cheek bones and unshaven chin, his large hands were ruff, callused and scared, and his ears- mangled up from fighting but not distasteful. He was handsome in a ruff sort of way
He was armed hand and foot with a cutless accross his shoulders and a duel edged sword at his waist and was in a big dark green trench coat made of sea kelp, and Home-made decripid looking sack cloth shirt , frayed and faded blue trousers, held up by a tasseled rope with beads.
Loclov looked about frantically, he had been running for some time, the sorcerss's men where closing in around him, he was trapped and he could see the dark sorceress herself coming to claim him.
She was a tall and beautiful goddess, she wore silver crown on her head, her lips where a dark sickly blue, her skin pale white, her long nails where painted black amd her grey eyes where cold as ice. Loclov wasn't, he had dragon blood in his his veins. Any hedge witch knew that great power would be given to any who drank of his blood.... Culadra wanted every drop.
The Loclov was trapped against the city walls which where over grown with ivy,
"You will only make it worse the more you run," she hissed.
Loclov quickly scaled the city walls and began hurriedly fled into the city, the sorceress evil shadow men still in pursuit. The young warrior leapt over several fences, his yellow eyes were wide with terror he had to get away. He darted throw a dark alley way and quickly climbed up a lead water drainpipe that led to the top of a large brick building. Loclov drew his cutlass that hung accross his back and grinned down the shadow creatures that were climbing the drain pipe. They hissed in terrified protest, but to no avail Loclov quickly hacked away at the piped and sent them all plummeting back into the alleyway. Loclov jumped into the air in victorious celebration, however the roof was rotted was and he fell strait through.
Surprisingly Loclov landed on his feet, he coughed on the dust , and brushed the debris off his coat. Loclov opened closest door and began wondering about through the large biulding, until found he found himself back stage. He he poked his head off the curtian, and to see a several men posing as if in a body building concert, while what he assumed people the audience was were holding up their scores.
HOWEVER what was actually was happening was a large slave auction and those numbers where the bids going on. Loclov not being the brightest creature on the planet, ran out on the stage and several back hand spring to the amazement of the audience.
The auctioneer wasn't quite sure what to make of all this, "and .... we have .... an ...acrobat!" he said quickly. "
Loclov grinned and saluted the audience with his cutless.
"You're not supposed to have weapons!" the auctioneer exploded.
Loclov shrugged comically and tossed his sword back stage, the crowd burst out in laughter.
"Let see those muscles," the auctioneer suggested.
The pyro grinned as he pulled out his coat and shirt and then flexed for the audience showing off his lean lean muscular arms and broad masculine chest and shoulders, totally oblivious he was about to be sold as a slave.
"All people let see those numbers!" he auctioneer declared.
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