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Unrolling himself slowly Jacob shook himself and grunted. The pain in his stomach was a strong one but as long as he kept from getting another one the pain was not so overwhelming he would need to break the summoing right off the bat. What was infront of him tho might make it the ground itself had rose up forming a tall hill. He had already found that he was not going to be able to get up that hill in this form very quickly. It would be to dangerous to try and clamber up it not in ball form but then he had nothing currently to attack from a ran-.... The thought hit him like a truck. He did have an item that as likely to kill the distance between the two of them in a instant. If it would work like he wanted it to tho he wasn't sure as he clawed the ground keeping his eyes up on the bandit.

((Bump))

((Deepest apologies for being gone for so long, I've been without a computer at all since the 12th of last month and only got my new rig yesterday. I'll get to work on answering your posts soon, hopefully I'll have something up by late tonight or early tomorrow morning.

Merry Christmas, guys. I'm back. :3

EDIT: Yes, I'm fully aware of the irony of my unexpected two-month hiatus breaking my own rule on activity. >.<))

JACOB

The man watches you warily as the earthen ramp crumbles a few moments after you are redirected by it.

ZIL

The door opens easily when you push on it, the area within a simple space that might almost be a mundane office on Earth. A woman sits behind the counter, a bored look on her face as she reads a book and looks up as you walk in. "Well-met, sir. I assume you're here to have your Runes identified?"

LENORE

The eye blinks twice before narrowing as it glares at you. "It's mah lake 'cuz Ah dun bin here fer th'last twenny year, now git'chu gone away frum mah lake."

VIRGIL

The man's house is small, three rooms and a small closet-area. One room is a kitchen-area, another is the bedroom, the third is the small entryway you are now standing in. Two old chairs with worn-out rockers sit in front of a small pit-fire, and the old man sits down in one of them and gestures for you to take the other. "Ichaue na bedde," he says when he sits down, his hand reaching for a silver charm hung on his cane.

((I'll be entirely honest, I lost all of the notes I had on the world and your individual situations when my former computer decided to have a heart-attack and die. Your situations will be as best I can remember them and reconstruct from the posts here.))

Man, I can tell this is going to get crazy. I just wish I didn't need subtitles to understand this guy. Virgil thought to himself as he took the seat indicated in front of the fire.