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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2006 2:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 8:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 9:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 7:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 8:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 6:04 pm
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There is a distant rumble of thunder, signalling an oncoming rainstorm and a chill wind outside that freezes those who are caught in it to the bone, when, in a flash of white light, appears a rather large human, making his way slowly across the tavern floor towards the bar, seeking information.
"How can I help you there, sonny?" he barkeep asks, his old eyes lighting up as the customer enters. The tavern had not seen business in a while, made obvious by the fact that no one was around.
"Im here looking for a village." the stranger said in an amiable voice, taking a seat in front of the low, oak bar and resting his elbows on it.
"Well, there's a village up on the side of yonder, mountain..." the tender said, inclining his head towards the window which had a clear veiw of the enormous mound of earth, seemingly far off in the foggy distance. "But thats the only one close by." he finished.
"Thanks for the tip, sir." the young man said, standing and pulling out a hefty bag of gold coins and tossing it on the counter. "Here, you need it more than I do. Use it to feed your family."
"May I ask your name, good sir?" the old man asked, taking the bag in his hands most graciously.
"Oh?" the young man calls over his shoulder, looking back. "My name is Ivan." And without another word, he disappeared in another flash of brilliant white light, the thunder still rumbling off in the distance.
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 1:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 5:31 pm
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A small draft flew into the building, and a door opened silently. If anyone had bothered to turn and see if someone had come in, they would be greeted by nothing. No, someone had certainly just walked by. Who, however, is unsure. A silhouette was wandering past the crowd, unseen by all except for a red shadow of a thin frame...
Eventually, the figure stopped, and she stood for a moment before raising herself to the bar. Flaming red hair fell to her waist, and bright red eyes seemed to daze out of life for moments. She sat there silently, and when a bartender came by, she muttered a drink and continued looking down at the bar counter. At the sides of her waist, two small cases were attatched, and the hilts of two weapons could be seen...
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 12:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 6:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 7:13 pm
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