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Post by canuckkane on Aug 1, 2007 6:02:07 GMT -5
Dressed head to foot in gleaming blue full plate his black hooded cloak flowing behind him rimmed in white his footsteps are slow, deliberate, the steel blue bands around his massive arms punctuate the very pale yellowish green skin. His face unseen but for his glowing red eyes, his head low, his armor clanking loudly with each step one hand gripping the pommel of a rather nasty looking blade. His eyes come to rest on a piece of parchment tacked to a door, he yanks it off reading it slowly, ignoring the murmurs of the uneasy crowd around him. Damnit... what in hells have you done? The imposing figure mutters to himself before quickly whirling around and walking swiftly out the door the now crumpled parchment clutched in his hand a low angry growl in his throat.
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Post by canuckkane on Aug 7, 2007 11:45:22 GMT -5
Sitting alone at a table sipping randomly at a bottle of dwarven double bock Phelzaron's General talks quietly to himself... I wonder where Luna's gotten off to? She wasn't very happy last I saw her, I hope she's ok. Bah, she's a strong woman, she can take care of herself... The large man seems to be trying to talk himself into the belief despite his obvious uneasiness at the thoughts of his dear friend. He quietly finishes his drink then stands his armor clanking loudly stirring uneasy looks from the locals sitting nearby. I'll find her eventually, I just hope she hasn't done anything foolish. Without another word the orc walks at a leisurely pace out the door armor clanking loudly his hand always on the pommel of his sword.
//ooc: gonna miss you girl!
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