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Post by spike on Jan 11, 2014 20:49:10 GMT -8
I decide to give myself a nice fishing trip (when i say fishing trip i mean i tried to catch them with my claws and ended up giving up and paying for a home cooked fish meal at south fort) And I come home to my circle to find out ....wait for it.... wait for it.....MY CIRCLE IS FREAKING GONE!!!! What happened to my circle? Who took it down? What happened with the one weekend i leave you all to yourselves and you go and destroy my stuff!!! Can some one explain to me how the hell this happened and whom I am gonna be hunting down for some answers?
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Post by coaroo on Jan 18, 2014 9:36:00 GMT -8
A man clad lightly in armor and carrying a bow slowly plods by. The scar on his face hasn't been seen in this world for six years, and it only took those six years to be forgotten. The sarr who once helped bring down some of the most powerful entities of the sarr lands and the areas around Whitestone was little more then a shadow of his previous self, yet his determination rises like a phoenix from the flame. Gathering the last scraps of supplies from the abandoned tavern, he stops at the doorway, hearing the cry of a familiar voice... "What the Hell!?"
Raising a brow, he rounds the corner bow first, then slowly lowers it, surveying the area. Sensing no impending danger, he takes a calming breath and slips from the doorway into the town square, and a moment later sees the dispirited Sarr that was once his wolfish friend.
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Post by spike on Jan 20, 2014 0:51:43 GMT -8
Spike sees his old friend in the distance. ” my friend it had been a long time. I, am sorry for the out burst. I just got home from a personal trip to find out my only safe place I had in this forsaken place, was destroyed. All because I decided to choose a side I thought was right and keep this town from being obliterated from the face of this land. Now I don't know what to do. Dammed if I help and d**ned if don't. And no one is wiling to tell me what happened.
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Post by coaroo on Jan 20, 2014 14:25:22 GMT -8
Raising a brow, the man shakes his head lightly.
"Never figured YOU would ever join the green skins," he sighs. "As I recall you hated them once almost as much as me," he shrugs, then looks to where Spike was stopped.
"Oh, the circle?" He frowns slightly. "Yes, I was very surprised myself at the way things turned out last night."
Grimacing slightly, he lightly touches a fresh cut caked in reddish mud on one cheek. "I'm going to have to find a pigeon station soon," he mutters to himself before lowering the clay-stained hand.
He looks back to Spike. "I'm sorry your haven is gone, but it is a small loss compared to many this market day." He wipes off the mud as best he can as he speaks. "Myself included." he points to his cheek.
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