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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 9:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 6:19 pm
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Ezra trended through the woods without care. He was angry at allowing himself to become drunk. "wetboys are tools you fool! our worth is only equal to how well we can complete a job" he said to himself in anger, raising his voice as he reached a tree. He pulled off the bark, revealing a hidden closet of weapons, vials, and equipment. He had multiple safe houses and closets hidden through the lands due to his superstition, all secrets are bound to be found, stretch out your supplies, and you have a longer hold your equipment. He took off his gear, seeing he had worn it out to the point of rust beginning to appear. He applied a quick contact poison in his hand and back handed himself, the poison only designed to deliver more pain. "idiot. you're becoming as useless as your tools" he said, not forgiving himself for slipping up in taking care of his tools. He didn't notice any of his surroundings, too occupied with his equipment, sharping and cleaning, changing his clothes with the items in the closet.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 2:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 8:34 pm
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MemorysGalleySlave Ezra trended through the woods without care. He was angry at allowing himself to become drunk. "wetboys are tools you fool! our worth is only equal to how well we can complete a job" he said to himself in anger, raising his voice as he reached a tree. He pulled off the bark, revealing a hidden closet of weapons, vials, and equipment. He had multiple safe houses and closets hidden through the lands due to his superstition, all secrets are bound to be found, stretch out your supplies, and you have a longer hold your equipment. He took off his gear, seeing he had worn it out to the point of rust beginning to appear. He applied a quick contact poison in his hand and back handed himself, the poison only designed to deliver more pain. "idiot. you're becoming as useless as your tools" he said, not forgiving himself for slipping up in taking care of his tools. He didn't notice any of his surroundings, too occupied with his equipment, sharping and cleaning, changing his clothes with the items in the closet. Ezra felt an unreasonably strong aura of negative energy originating from his nation. He knew only of one person in his nation that contained that much raw energy. "Guess the long lost king has returned" he said bitterly, equipping the new gear. As the bitter man that he was, he felt like voicing himself to the king. He left the lands, as he always does.
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 2:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 4:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 9:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 7:45 pm
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