z1gg3h
Proven Member
High Lord of Nipples & Questionable Marriages
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Post by z1gg3h on Dec 28, 2009 1:43:24 GMT -5
After an elf without a shirt has been seen, running past the purple dragon outpost north of Redmist in terror from several spiders, he returns an hour or so later and leaves a note on the weapon rack.
Dear Purple Knights,
Be at your damned posts!
Love, Nipples.
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Post by DM Hawk on Dec 28, 2009 9:34:53 GMT -5
The Purple Dragon Blade returns to his station on the road between Redmist and Suzail after relieving himself in the trees. The air is brisk and the wind has a way of penetrating tabard, mail, and leather to stab into the bone. Shivering, the soldier wraps his cloak tightly about himself, pacing and stamping his feet in efforts to keep warm.
Eventually, the wind blows a certain sheet of parchment loose and causes it to tumble along the frozen grass until it eventually comes to rest on the road, catching the Blade's eye.
Shivering the Purple Dragon walks over to the parchment and snatches it up between gauntleted fingers. Turning his back to the wind, he reads the written words.
Blinking, the soldier looks up and scans the road in both directions, hoping to catch a glimps of long flowing hair or to see a colorful dress standing out against the bleak colors of the winter landscape.
All was quiet except the wind. Only dreary colors greeting the Purple Dragon's eyes.
"Well damn it all to the hells. At least she could have kept me warm."
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