The World According to Ting
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*you find many pieces of scrap paper around the Wolves Den as Ting sorts her thoughts *
Traps: Are your friend.... lay a few out in front of you fro a guard... will save Ting's life
Called Shot : Some shite hates that stuff and will leave the front liners.... effective...
Hiding: There are many tactics... advanced sneaking... advanced sniping... pure sniping... back row sniping.... please advise as Ting will be Ting...
Traps: Show some patience.... shite is hard to spot and disable.... and if ya have traps give them to Ting.
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The Ranger Ting is seen leaving... * waves *
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The Wolf Den is quiet.... Ting watches as Faelar, her wolf, silently is in reverie.... it amazes her... he can slip into that so easily...... she watches the fire burn slowly as she brathes... empties her mind and begins to drift....
Waking dreams are not new to Ting.... she often had them of the Wolf she hunted.... but this one... felt so real.... as if a tear in the fabric and the scene unfolded....
All is quiet in the Den. A hint of moonlight shines through the clouds creating a feeling of tranquility. You hug your child tight and lay her to sleep in the cradle. A sideglance to the bed nearby shows your love in a state of reverie.
A sudden chill fills the air. A skeleton bursts through the ground intent on the baby. In an instant you grab your bow and draw the string, an arrow appears magically and you let loose destroying the skeleton. A noise behind you catches your attention and you turn drawing another arrow but you stop. To your horror your child, now an adolescent stands before you, eyes black as the abyss and skin as pale as death.
The child smiled at you and moves to embrace you lovingly. You feel you might let loose an arrow on your beloved child.
You suddenly feel like you're shaking uncontrollably. As you gather your senses you realize the whole thing was a dream, an uncomfortably real dream....
You're left with a lingering thought.."could you have let loose the arrow on your own child?" The thought alone leaves you with a feeling of guilt.Ting lets out a gasp..... her eyes immediately open wide..... Faelar is staring at her......... "Did you have.... " she asks... Faelar looks " yes."
You know.... it is already too late my wolf.... if the cycle has started... we have....
- Ting will not be seen outside the Den for a week or so *
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Doubt.... yes and no... is bad for Ting to have doubts. People look up to Ting... and Ting just wants to do Ting things.... I am no leader am ... a specialist.... Fealar understood me..... my silence is no being rude... I am Ting... * sighs * do not take my silence nothing more than.... Ting
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Things Ting Misses:.... his smile... his silence.. his presence. We both signed up for this... days, stretch into months.... miss being with him. He will return, this Ting knows....
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"Ting sits the the bathe at the den... .... in Fealar's words.... she is content * She writes in her journal... her words are still... learned.... but getting better...
"I remember the first time Fealar showed me the den.... we laid out in the sun and moonlight speaking... not speaking... he so tested Ting.... verbally mentally...... wanted to see if Ting could be a Wolf.... he finally looked at Ting... "What do you.... Ting... want to be... beyond a wolf."
I thought... for hours... if not a full day... he nae spoke a word.... we laid there... almost one in thought......
Ting does not want to be a hero.... Ting is nae a hero... never will... Ting... wants to be a legend.
He smiled at me and welcomed Ting home..... still best day in my life....
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Okay... have to tell story of best seven arrows ever used. Were trying to release some slaves and a chained demon was holding us back. Robyn said "Ting!" and gave 29 demondinder arrows..... Deadeye actually shuddered feeling the powers of the arrows as Ting notched the first one. Ting felled a demon in seven shots. Seven..... no called shots... no rapid shots.... seven... well placed shots no misses. Shesa, Robyn, Isolde and Vick were there.... seven shots.... Ting will sleep well in the den this night.... let the moon cover me....
