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Burningdeath
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Posted: Oct 12th, '10, 19:47 |
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Joined: Nov 25th, '04, 13:55 Posts: 99 Location: You know, fields of grain and purple mountains.
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The Ogre Hermit decends from his hilltop, walking through the winding and large city of Solinar. The guards that know him look as he passes, almost fully covered in the black he usually wear, with glowing purple eyes illuminating just a speck of shadow under his hood. With a billowing cloak behind him, he walks at a casual pace until he reaches the front gates of Solinar Castle. Looking up, he peers at the walls and whispers. "I'd like a talk with you, Necromancer, ruler of Solinar." Before leaving the city to his long seclusion once more..
_________________ "A warrior takes his sword in hand, engraving vanishing memories into the sword. He places finely honed skills into the stone. Spoken from the sword, handed down by the stone."
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