mythosfakir
Old School
Originality: The only weapon against the mundane.
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Post by mythosfakir on Nov 9, 2009 13:08:17 GMT -5
An elvish warrior wearing casual clothes sits at a desk in his room at the Wheel in Suzail, the quill in his hand trailing delicate symbols across parchment thin and small sheets of parchment. The message is signed with no name but instead a small drawing of a full-faced mask. A few moments later an eagle flies from Suzail, making for the Hullack. //PM Sent.
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