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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: Daldren
Daldren considered what Hannah had said with all seriousness. Everything about the woman rubbed him as 'off.' Not, misleading in a negative deceptive way, not dangerous, nor with a sense of ill-will, just someone above and beyond the average folk one would typically converse with. Even her dog held an air of intelligence and worldly awareness to the soldier that found him nodding his own head in return to the mutt as it made it's final gesture before departing behind the old woman.
As Daldren thought about returning to the table, a stranger had made himself known amongst them, a carrier for Ellistrae it seemed; and potentially a replacement in her absense. Daldren remained by the fire, keeping his eyes and ears open, wondering what their leader's take on the new fellow would be.
Posted on 2011-02-15 at 17:30:35.
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow
Subject: Gano... rear Guard
Grimm nodded quietly towards Tobias, and took up the rear guard, doing his best to mind his footing while putting more attention in the 180 degrees behind them; leaving the path chosen to those ahead of him.
Posted on 2011-02-15 at 17:24:28.
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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: Hannah
Daldren listened to Hannah prattle her warnings, and took each word spoken to heart. There was something about the woman that while not necessarily unnerved the stoic man; certainly gave him cause to consider her more than she appeared. Daldren had been around many kinds of people, the talk of sages seers prophets or gypsies with tales of farsight were not beyond him. She knew he was from MV, and she correctly ascertained the direction of their travels. Coincidence mixed with lucky guesses? Perhaps, but Daldren wanted to make sure.
Even as the barkeep interrupted, Daldren's cold stare turned from Hannah to the portly man who saw fit to warn him of the inevitable loss of coin and common sense that would come from entertaining the thought of continuing his conversation with the 'crone'.
Dismissing the barkeep, rather than the target of his forbearance, Daldren returned towards Hannah, and he shook his head apologetically before placing a gentle hand upon the woman's left shoulder.
"If it takes a few coins to further glimpse where we head, or the dangers you speak of ma'am, then please reveal what you may. Fear not for changing of our future. I'm a firm believer that destiny lies in the hands of men. The Gods or forces unseen may place choices or opportunity in our path, but it is we who take the steps upon them, for better or for worse." Daldren shot a glance over to the table where his companions were congregated before looking back towards Hannah.
"It falls on me to see what others would miss, and to spot dangers before they spot us. Any information is... valuable information kind woman." To accentuate his intent, Daldren removed a couple silver coins and started passing them over his knuckles, passing them underneath and into his palm, before revealing them again and repeating the process.
Posted on 2011-02-03 at 17:27:13.
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow
Subject: Bound tied and good to go
Kresimir barely made a sound as Nick removed the crossbow bolt from his leg. In fact his nose upturned more at the smell of the Tikkla being placed within the wound than anything pain related.
As the Raslan disappeared once more, and Nick and Tobias conversed before the cleric too went off to pick more herbs, Kresimir shrugged, before going about sweeping down the area with leaves and branches, and when the bodies were done being rifled through, rolling them into the nearest patch of swampwater deep enough to conceal them.
As people returned however (hopefully) he was ready to move on again to find the Raslan.
Posted on 2011-01-31 at 20:37:43.
Edited on 2011-03-09 at 18:52:31 by Kaelyn
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Topic: ಠ_ಠ
Subject: ....
It's peanut butter jelly time
Peanut butter jelly time
Peanut better jelly time
Whu whu peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter peanut butter peanut butter jelly time
Time TIME
Posted on 2011-01-23 at 05:37:16.
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Topic: the allys must fall!
Subject: On that note
My alliance paladin was number 4 on the realm pre cataclysm... Perhaps tis time to accept alliance gank u in the field cause we suck at battlegrounds lol.. Best of luck though! Make friends in a guild asap for best protection and levelling rewards
Posted on 2011-01-16 at 05:22:21.
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Topic: the allys must fall!
Subject: ...
Night elves cannot be pallies silly...
Nerd supremacy asserted..
Logging out hehe
Posted on 2011-01-16 at 05:18:30.
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Topic: Demon Wind Recruitment
Subject: Daldren Gray
reporting sir.
Posted on 2011-01-12 at 19:38:18.
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow
Subject: Anything we can walk away from is a win.
Grimm stared down at the bloody mess of the bandit before him and laughed. "Pathetic" he said with a bellowed guffaw. He turned towards the cleric nearby and grinned, with a curt nod of approval he moved over towards Tobias. The former templar had taken quite the beating, underhanded tactics had torn asunder the stoic man's hamstring, he would be lucky to make the walk to the cleric for medical attention let alone continue on the mission. With bolt still lodged in his leg, grimm offered Tobias a hand up.
(Assuming he accepts) Grimm yanks Tobias up over his shoulder and carries him over towards Nick. "The women will fawn over the battle-scars arms-brother." with another laugh he moved back towards Nick while calling out. "Wee one, we have wounded. We can play hide and seek another day bwahaha!"
(Grimm is moving Tobias towardes Nick to be tended too, even with the bolt in him he'll go about gathering bandit bodies, piling them together nearby, that they can be looted, hopefully one will have a map, or perhaps a healing drought upon them.)
Posted on 2011-01-10 at 18:29:14.
Edited on 2011-01-10 at 18:30:13 by Kaelyn
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow
Subject: Combat
Grimm snarled as the crossbow bolt sank deep into his leg, but to stop was to allow more time for more pointy little distractions to draw upon his flesh. He closed the gap quickly, an overhead swing ready for the kill, but it snagged on low hanging vines and slowed the mighty blades descent.
Recovering, and leading with his shield this time, he pushed forward, only to reverse the rotation of his body and come back with a vicious side swing, hoping to avoid any more obstacles.
In the distance he heard the sound of Deliverance being taken, but he would deal with that later, perhaps when they came upon the bandit camp itself. For now, there was blood to spill.
Posted on 2011-01-07 at 20:20:05.
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow
Subject: The Ebon Bear
Kresimir heard the whinny of Deliverance and his eyes turned cold. Cowardly bandits, firing wildly from the cover of foliage and shadow. They were hard pressed, being at a distance, and their shield wall would only slow projectiles for so long, until bit by bit they were whittled away at like a knife to a piece of scrimshaw.
The holy man, his weapon aglow in a faint aura took to the charge, and with it set Kresimir into action. The large man sprang into action, his powerful legs pushing him forward with uncanny speed despite being armour laden. (Barbarian Spd Bonus) Setting his Shield forward he too charged the nearest bandit,Letting loose a great gutteral roar as he went, attempting to place himself between their bolts and the healer.
In the back of Grimm's mind there was the faint logic that he could take a few blows, that the holy man would mend them, and though he knew not the extent of his godly gifts, he needed Nick to survive if only to tend to his horse. In the rest of his mind however, there was little more than an overwhelming desire to inflict great pain upon those before him.
Posted on 2010-12-31 at 14:29:13.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: ...
inferno
Posted on 2010-12-28 at 18:49:00.
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow
Subject: Kresimir
The large Gano didn't mind the quiet of the night, as his watch and those of the people with him passed without incident. He figured this was the calm before the storm, and it was nice to ease more of the tension from his corded muscles as he took his rest. When first light came however, and the party was roused from sleep, the Gano knew that combat lay over the horizon, and perhaps closer still, behind the next tree, over the next rise, or worse, behind him ready to strike.
The Gano steadily picked through the underbrush atop Deliverance, guiding the strong mare slowly behind the others keeping his eyes open for anyone trying to circle around behind the party.
Stealth may not have been the party's forte, aside from Koriss, who flitted between the shadows and foiliage like a darting insect so naturally it almost unnerved the Gano.
Stealth may not have been the party's forte, but tripping an alarm which blared across the quiet morning in a cacophony sent a chill down Kresimir's spine. Hoisting the shield to his arm, and drawing the longsword from the scabbard at his hip, he dismounted, guiding Deliverance to the nearest tree with which to keep his back to the tree, wedging himself between the horse and the wooden obstacle in hopes of cutting off avenues of the attack he knew were to come. Kneeling, trying to keep as much of his body kept behind his shield arm, he kept his eyes open for those he expected to come.
Posted on 2010-12-28 at 18:43:16.
Edited on 2010-12-28 at 18:48:26 by Kaelyn
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow Q/A
Subject: Hey bud
I had a wedding to do all bloody weekend it stole all free time, didn't get home till late yesterday and I ws just too damn exhausted to even think about computer time.
Kresimir will agree to setting up camp he'll offer t orelieve the cleric after first watch so he can rest, thankful for the healing etc etc... I hate q/a posts for planned moves but off t owork I go again.. Yay xmas season! lol.
Posted on 2010-12-13 at 19:11:07.
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow Q/A
Subject: setting up camp
Seems to be a common understanding of necessary preparation. sounds like thats the plan.
Posted on 2010-12-09 at 19:25:24.
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Topic: Welcome to our newest Innmate!
Subject: Congrats
Great news! Grats Meri!
*fire's an employee cause he didn't have a firework*
"Dont worry bobby, it's really for a good cause!"
Posted on 2010-12-09 at 19:23:21.
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow Q/A
Subject: thoughts on the matter
as a player, setting up camp and such makes sense, to ensure everyone is rested and ready to go on with full strength in the morning.. (might ensure Kresimir get's a heal in before spell reset)
But I have to wonder also if this gives the bandits more time to lead refugees away, or will our wait cost another one if not more their lives? These are bandits, stealth, darkness, and cowardice are their strengths... direct confrontation likely not..
Kresimir having been on horseback is likely one of the most rested of the group, I would imagine the Templar's horses were of fine stock and meant to cover large distances and marches.
Were we to push onward, and encounter the bandits either overnight or around morning, even fatigue checks would likely only come to pass after combat, in which case I'd think those of us still standing would have deserved the rest anyways... Plus we'd have the refugees around to take watch or such before we led them home?
As a character, Kresimir would be in favor of pushing forward, noting the necessity and haste of the situation, and while talking a good talk and having the heart behind it, he's not foolish enough to push on alone in an effort to take on an entire bandit camp.
Posted on 2010-12-08 at 20:11:07.
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow
Subject: Update
The Gano followed Tobias to where he was able to savior a hearty stew. It may have lacked bountiful herbs and spices, or rich wine stocks, but it was most enjoyable on the large man's starved pallet and empty stomach.
Kresimir didn't exactly have any gear to gather, everything he owned was upon his back, and his obtained charger Deliverance. He walked around the campgrounds however, assisting in setting up an extra shelter for new arrivals, and moving some heavy logs for seating, anything to bide the time until he was given the word that they'd be heading out into the Scarwood.
When the call reached his ears however, he gathered Deliverance and met the others with a resolute posture and a grim visage set upon his face. "Serious business bandits, striking like mosquitoes, then fluttering away filled to the brim with their stolen bounty. Let's squash us some insects and return the lost and scared to their kin shall we?"
Kresimir let out a deep guffaw, trying to motivate and put some positivity into the air, for he knew tension and uncertainty ran high amongst the refugees, and likely, deep down, amongst his companions as well.
Posted on 2010-12-06 at 22:07:48.
Edited on 2010-12-06 at 22:08:20 by Kaelyn
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow
Subject: Preparing for the Mission
Kresimir listened as Koriss proclaimed his return, and intent to put to tale the upcoming task. The Gano was accustomed to storytelling, for the Kirvass were a learned and varied people, bringing tales from their nomadic journeys across the miles from camp to camp.
The large man dismissed the raslan's look before he parted, time would settle any lingering hostility he figured, and there was little time to waste if they were to make headway before the sun peaked.
It was however, the new-comer to the commotion, Tobias he had introduced himself as, that sped things along however, if pleasant small talk, and a clasp upon his broad back to ease any tensions.
"Food is fine and well. Kresimir of the Ebon Bear always has time for food." The Gano took up the large sword Tobias had returned to him, before taking up the reigns of his horse and preparing to follow. "As for the armor, I agree it reeks of cowardice and ignorance, a stench I am eager to do without if at all possible." Pulling round the dark grey cloak bearing the open eye of Mallien however, he took forth a small dagger, and cut a slash clear through the religious emblem a jagged tear in the middle of the cloak across the insignia's height.
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Now, that's a bit more accurate wouldn't you say? For surely the God has been blinded if his clergymen are carrying out genocidal murder under the pretenses of his will and Dogma." Kresimir spit upon the ground once more standing aside Tobias, and clasping him on the back with his free hand and a grin.
"But we'll not be worryin bout none o' that. We'll let all them Templar bastard's fall to our blades, and let the rest o' the pantheon sort em out."
Posted on 2010-11-27 at 21:35:37.
Edited on 2010-11-27 at 21:36:08 by Kaelyn
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow Q/A
Subject: Not the diplomat
Whats funny is kresimir isnt trying to infight at all, just defend his honor while offering help, hes a dnd klingon lol
Posted on 2010-11-18 at 21:38:24.
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow
Subject: Making his intentions clear.
It was all Kresimir could do not to cut off the Raslan after one such statement, but he let the little one finish before looking down at the wee one.
"Thieves and scoundrel's steal lil one. I merely claimed a trophy of battle, a token of rememberance for why life was lost that day... thusly I have been called all that I loath, and now a thief, and yet you wish me calm. Stay thy tongue, for in my camp amongst my clansmen it would have been removed by now."
Kresimir turned to look at Jauris however before continuing. "But this is not my camp, and my clansmen lay slaughtered, and your spokesman is right. It is I who have found myself here. I mean no harm, and will aid as I can those who have suffered as I have. If there is a party being formed and the chance for battle, then let me be judged by the end of a blade, or not at all. My anger runs deep, and my hunger not yet sated."
The giant of a man towered over everyone present at a full six and a half feet tall, and he ran a hand filled with thick fingers blanketed in rugged worn flesh through his black hair, before down along his chin, where stubble had grown into a 5 oclock shadow.
"Well then my suspicious little ragamuffins... what say you?"
Posted on 2010-11-18 at 08:15:14.
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow Q/A
Subject: Just so it's known.
Grimm's 'threat' was merely at the absolute disdain and hatred for the Templars... to be called one is greatly insulting and he's willing to settle any such disputes the only way he really knows how... angry brute force.. He wasn't threatening anyone nearby... you mentioned Hving him go with you, he gathered his gear and looked towards the leader....
He's not being aggressive towards Korviss or anyone around merely at the thought of anything to do with Templars... he's a walking Poetic Irony if you will.
Picture a Viking man raised by the gypsies, and you get... well Grimm.. a crossbreed of cultures and traditions.. his hearts typically in the right place, but his tact and deliverance come and go with his emotions (and his relatively low social skills / scores lol)
perhaps a quick post will help... be up momentarily...
Posted on 2010-11-18 at 08:02:30.
Edited on 2010-11-18 at 08:16:57 by Kaelyn
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow
Subject: Judge me at the end of a blade, or judge me not
Kresimir lifted weary eyes to those gathering, a small but steadily growing group before him congregating and passing on remarks, suspicions, concerns and the ilk. When one with more courage and half the stature of most stepped forward and actually addressed him, the large man slid down from the horse and took a step forward.
"It would seem we are having quite an eventful night. First the refugees, and now you... a large man dressed, albeit haphazardly, as a Templar. But you don't have the look of arrogance they do. Your eyes do not show the ignorant pompousness so common in those that hunt us. Hmmm..."
“The insignia emblazoned upon this steel strikes terror into almost all who behold it.. So was the case as the Templars came across my clan.. So likely was it that Mallien’s unblinking eye was the last visage many of my people saw, coupled with glinting steel and blood before the unyielding black.”
Kresimir took another step forward, towering over the Raslan before him. The little one merely strode around him, eyeing him up as though weighing the man beyond his size.
He takes a few strides around the man, eyeing him the whole time.
“This symbol, he said pointing to his breastplate; these Templar’s are heralds of death and ignorance to the populace, blinded by arrogance and a lacking moral compass shielded in denial; it’s about time someone took that fear and shoved it right up Ilphian’s holy arse. And if not Ilphian or your tyrannical new regime, if not the mortals who hold the lives of so many in their hands, than in the very God who empowers them! And let him see it coming!” Kresimir fist pumped to the air in defiance and turned to the little one before him.
“The previous owner won’t be needing such trappings where he’s at little one, and I’ll send any who compare me to those bastards speedily to the next life to keep him company.” With that, he let loose a deep guffaw, wiping spittle and dried blood from the corner of his mouth.”
"Jauris, might I make a suggestion? Is it possible for us to bind this man's wounds a bit, and then give him the opportunity to show his true colors? It seems I will be seeking out this Rain woman. I hope not to go alone, and with this newcomer I don't believe I'll have to. With your approval he can be healed and accompany me and any others who wish to go along in search of the prisoners. It would give him a chance to show where his loyalties lie, and likely dispel much of the doubt caused by his current dress and appearance. What say you Jauris?"
Kresimir raised an eye towards Jauris, as he went back to the horse and pulled free a large two handed blade, the length and then some of the very being who stood before him. Lifting a pack over his shoulder and stabbing the blade into the earth a foot from Koriss, he leaned on it looking at the refugee’s appointed leader for a reply.
Posted on 2010-11-18 at 05:00:47.
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow Q/A
Subject: As life is far from linear...
Might as well have him enter while the commotion is already going on.
Posted on 2010-11-16 at 19:40:27.
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Topic: The Search for Tomorrow
Subject: Rider on the Storm... (Sneak attack post from a long lost member... thanks Tek!)
Ilphian's crusade against magic spread like wildfire, his holy cleansing wiping from the land many a splendid thing and replacing it only with the stains of bloodshed and tears fallen. So full of blind zeal were his Templar’s that even innocents, those blessed with the gift of innovation, science, or herbology were often branded as heretics in need of cleansing. This conquest of the ill-informed, swept across Alcana, and it was in this tyrannical exploitation of fear and ignorance that chanced Ilphian's templar’s across a small Kirvassian gathering. The Winter month's had proved long and harsh, but spring was here, and thus the circled caravan's lay ablaze with life, music and mirth as the nomadic tribe celebrated another cycle complete. As the Templar's approached, and noticed the foreign accents carried upon the night air, strange powder's thrown upon campfires, bursting into coloured smokes and flashes of light, Arrogance, and superstition fed their zealous nature, and the camp was marked for cleansing... This particular Kirvassian group was filled with scholars, poets, musicians and frivolous folk, not weave winding spellbinders. They were no match for the armored and trained knights. It was a massacre.
The screams of the dying carried upon the wind, into the darkened nearby woods, where Kresimir was stalking wild turkey for future meals. Upon straining leg's the large, muscular man ran for the encampment, with nothing but anguished cries echoing through the air to meet him. When he arrived, the horses had been ransacked, the caravan's ablaze, and those who had not managed to flee, or be arrested, lay strewn about the circle, cut down like stalks of wheat before the scythe. Sorrow filled the Kirvass, but it was quickly replaced by a much darker, stronger emotion that filled his veins with fire, and turned his eyes to orbs of darkness capable only of seeing bloodlust as they fell upon one of the attackers.
The soldier was straightening his cloak, wiping the mud from the heavy fabric, as he turned towards his horse. He spoke something too soft to hear, and spat upon the earth as though to say "good riddance." Kresimir lost any control he had, his vision tunneled till he saw only that open lidless eye open the back of that muddy grey cloak. With a bloodcurdling scream he charged, and if the scream didn't set the startled straggler of a soldier aback, the frenzied look in the large man's eyes would have. Sword rattled in scabbard as he tried to defend against the stranger and by the time he had managed to free the weapon from the confines, the man had covered the distance between them impossibly fast, and he was upon him like a feral beast in the night.
Rage filled Kresimir's arms as he took a painful gash across his midriff as the soldier finally pulled his weapon free, steel glinting in the firelight as blood flew free from the sharp edge. The gash was deep; would have halted a lesser man, but what man remained within the incarnation of hate and anger that stood here? Ignoring the dull pain, Kresimir's hands found steel coif around feeble neck, knuckles whitened, and muscles clenched, as he began to squeeze, his momentum bowling the armored man over as he went. The soldier panicked, dropping his weapon as his hands gripped Kresimir's powerful forearms desperately trying to loosen his grip.
There would be no denial of vengeance tonight. Kresimir's arms flexed and his fingers dug in, the steel coif once worn for protection, now a cage of steel, heralding an eternal prison in death. The soldier's eyes bulged, and his nose began to bleed as his hands desperately clawed as Kresimir as his lungs were denied breath. As his arms fell limp by his side, Kresimir howled an inhuman cry into the night, before battle-rage and bloodlust were sated, and exhaustion coupled with his wound set in. With little strength left, Kresimir managed to commandeer the soldier's horse, along with a scarce few effects that lay scattered about the clearing unmarred from torch and flame, before donning the muddy grey vestments of his fallen adversary, and taking up his shield, strapped to the horses pack as a token of prowess, and a symbol of his wrath, and making into the night upon his newfound steed, until he could keep his heavy eyes open no longer; leaving his direction, and his destiny, in the hands of the gods and the hooves of his horse...
It would seem the God’s have a sense of humor, to lead this beleaguered warrior into a den of lost souls. Here amongst the rabble and the downtrodden he was to find salvation, to be charted upon a path of destiny that would clear his heart of the ache of loss and his mind of the fog of a personal vendetta; he did not know… but it was here that his eyes opened wearily as he woke from a less than enjoyable night’s sleep, as his horse, still bearing Mallien’s markings upon the barding, the same trappings draped over his own scavenged armor caked in blood and mud with wound still aching in his gut. Here he would find those with the strength to judge those who had slaughtered, so many innocents, but first let he himself be judged, for surely he walks into the herd of sheep, unwittingly in the guise of the feared and reviled wolf.
The horse, ‘Deliverance’, as he would come to be named halted long before the actual gates of the encampment, as the eyes of scouts and hunters fell upon him. Kresimir blinked away the grit and sleep that had gathered in his eyes over the course of his uncharted overnight ride, sliding the shield bearing Mallien’s emblem upon it from the hook and raising it for all to see; before throwing it to the earth at his side and spitting upon it much the same way it’s previous owner had spat upon the ground soaked with his clan’s blood.
“Grim Morrow Strangers...”
Posted on 2010-11-16 at 11:45:43.
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