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*Gnar is seen walking around at different times genuinely nerve racked and a bit Crazy he is seen talking even shouting to himself people close enough can hear things like*
you will not take them... you cant...i helped you... why would you do this too me...
*he looks like a mess and is wearing a very small amount of armour and is mostly in garbs and looks to be shambling towards trees and hitting them with his blacked axe until he can't cut through it and just sits down and puts his face in his hands again anyone close enough can actually hear sobbing*
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*Bast approaches low and slow as if trying not to startle a skittish horse, he says in a low monotone*
Gnar, Its me, Bast. what's wrong big guy?
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*gnar looks up now you can see there are tears streaming down his face*
these dreams ... i lost them... my love... and she did it all...
*gnar looks angry now as he stands up and slams his axe deep into the treee as it in beds its self and sits back down*
i cant handle it...
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* Bast takes a nervous step back at the outburst, then steadies himself*
she did it...? Gnar, who is "she..."?
*anyone behind Bast sees a gas globe palmed in his lefthand*
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Darkelf male dressed in road cloths and a grey full cloak. various pouches hang from his belt containing medical equipment and remedies. hospital band tied to his forearm.
injured right eye.
amiable attitude.
smells faintly of iron and copper.
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*gnar tenses when he sees bast hand move his hand away*
bast i know ... you.. dont
*gnar looks serious yet still out of it
its.. my daughter or so i though she was....she killed them
*gnar then ticks again and reaches for his axe but stops just before*
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*Bast's shoulders sag with the revelation*
No... but she wasnt... she couldn't have.
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Darkelf male dressed in road cloths and a grey full cloak. various pouches hang from his belt containing medical equipment and remedies. hospital band tied to his forearm.
injured right eye.
amiable attitude.
smells faintly of iron and copper.
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*gnar looks down in a low voice*
she did
