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Post by Juz on Nov 21, 2008 14:36:44 GMT -5
the elder nodded.
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Post by Biggie on Nov 22, 2008 19:28:22 GMT -5
Rothgar shook his head. "You always did have a nasty pull over me." He sighed and sat on his bed. "So when exactly is this guy arriving again? And what are we going to do?"
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Post by Juz on Nov 22, 2008 23:53:43 GMT -5
"The PreLude is arriving tomorrow, at High Noon. We have a feast prepared. Caesar sent a few prisoners from the imperial prison."
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Post by Biggie on Nov 22, 2008 23:57:15 GMT -5
Rothgar picked up his sword and strapped it to his side. "I need another drink. Come. I'm buying."
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Post by Juz on Nov 23, 2008 1:20:28 GMT -5
Devon paced the room. "I must find my sister. I will make her part of this pack."
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Post by Biggie on Nov 23, 2008 8:16:20 GMT -5
"What is bothering you Devon", asked Rijid Caesar as he walked in. He was wrapping his bleeding arm.
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Post by Juz on Nov 23, 2008 15:53:30 GMT -5
OOC:Caesar is in Moriah?! hehe
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Post by Biggie on Nov 24, 2008 7:19:43 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, never mind then. I thought he was still in Rome. IC: "Devon." In walked Rashblade. "I hear there is something brewing and I want in on it.
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Post by Juz on Nov 24, 2008 15:03:19 GMT -5
"What? Something Brewing? I was bit three days ago..." Devon said.
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Post by Biggie on Nov 24, 2008 15:07:53 GMT -5
"Wait, you don't know about it?!" He growled. "Sorry my friend, I received some bum information. I was told that you were in on this thing that's going down."
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Post by Juz on Nov 24, 2008 15:09:48 GMT -5
The Elder came in at that moment. "He doesn't know YET. He is more important than he knows."
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Post by Biggie on Nov 24, 2008 15:12:00 GMT -5
Rothgar marched in, looking positively murderous. His eyes met Rashblades. "YOU!" They ran at eachother, butting heads and growling.
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Post by Juz on Nov 24, 2008 15:18:56 GMT -5
The Elder parted them with a growl "I will not have two of MY brood killing each other!"
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Post by Biggie on Nov 24, 2008 15:20:00 GMT -5
They stared vehemently at each other. Both had their hands on their blades.
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Post by Juz on Nov 24, 2008 15:22:36 GMT -5
"Ehem." A voice from the door said.
In walked Maltius Firus. One of the PreLudes.
The Elder Bowed.
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