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Post by Warlord on Dec 5, 2020 2:10:48 GMT -5
After a long departure..
Ragnhild makes her way through Suzail’s streets carrying Quake in the arms in the early morning. Looking less than pleased but maintains an odd stubborn grin. The lifeless barbarian hangs limp and unconscious within the arms as the haggard strategist wheezes hard to the healing house to drop off Quake.
“Ensure she remains in this plane,” citing as she just drops Quake unceremoniously on the floor. Ragnhild coughs out blood afterward before making way.
Much like Quake, the Purple Dragons uniform and better part of her armor is torn apart and very bloodied. She limps her way back to the Red Knight while blood pools around and she breathes heavy in pursuit of a long overdue hope.
Helga isnt present, rumored to be seeking out Dimitri at the Flagon.
Rona guides a horse through Immersea and to the Totem. A wagon behind the stallion has two covered bodies for later burial. Making way to the Uthgardt totem, she preps a grave for Rumble and Shockwaves wife.
Ava’launche is sleeping deep in a caravan shared with the elusive Gjurd, who, doesnt smoke drugs for once as they aim for Shallybrook. The clans shadow fool looks exhausted and matured more than ever as he stares ahead in deep thought, elbows on the knees while he contemplates about life.
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Post by Warlord on Dec 14, 2020 4:20:04 GMT -5
As Helga's crying resonated from the facility, the rest of the clankin made their way for the night.
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