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Post by oceanrider on May 21, 2009 7:02:05 GMT -8
after what fells like a few days and still on a wagon heading south. only traveling by day was what the operator was doing. but it made things easier. hunting small animals for my share of the food was more then enough for me.
i cant wait to make it to the next town. it wasn't until yesterday that i noticed that there was no explosion of a volcano and that the group back in lockling (sp?) was successful in stoping that from happening... that's when i get that sinking feeling that they probably think very low of me right about now
i ask the wagon operator "how much farther is the next town"
(and if i may ask what is the next towns name. i cant seem to find anything on a map in the nero website)
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Post by Adrian on May 22, 2009 21:29:19 GMT -8
The one holding the reins is a biata. His hands are calloused, but his somewhat portly, as though he spends all his days sitting down.
"Whats this? Coming onto my wagon, not knowing where you're going? "We'll be making a short stop into Giants Eye, before we head southwestward into the Southlands. Then we stop for a few days atop Cliffston."
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Post by oceanrider on May 23, 2009 12:20:34 GMT -8
moving up the wagon to sit next to biata.
"well normaly yes i would has asked where you whould have been heading but my fear took the best of me and i just had to get out of the town"
thinking for a moment before i turn and offer a hand "a'b-mosa'fer by the way.. people call me "ab" or "mos" but most reciently i have been called "Ocean" as thats what my name is translated into comon human."
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Post by Adrian on May 24, 2009 0:39:37 GMT -8
The biata raises a feathery eyebrow.
"You'll not be leadin bandits or guards even to my caravan, are yeh? There'll be a problem with that'n, son."
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Post by oceanrider on May 24, 2009 13:27:15 GMT -8
"what? no the only people i know of where the people i stayed with back in lochling"
gives a look around the area
"so no. you have no worry from me... and no there will be no attack from me"
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Post by Adrian on May 25, 2009 11:41:55 GMT -8
"Oh, good." He nods, looks at the road ahead, and returns the greeting. "The name's Brim."
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Post by oceanrider on May 26, 2009 5:52:18 GMT -8
they shake hands then there is a small moment of silence
"are we there yet?" ocean smirks
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