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Post by siric on May 26, 2009 22:43:18 GMT -6
Ilia seemed to be stuck in a constant state of winter, with the sun only rarely venturing out beyond the clouds. Siric much preferred his small village in northern Nabata. The latest blizzard had created imposing snow drifts on the left side of Siric's temporary shelter. It had been difficult to construct the shelter and the fire, let alone keep them standing throughout the violent blizzard.
Siric was traveling to central Ilia to meet a contact who said he might have a job for him. I hope this job won't take long, thought Siric. He was planning to go and visit the site where Hargus met his demise. Siric began fixing himself breakfast, a hearty meal of stale bread. Hoping to cover much more ground today, Siric wolfed down his morning meal and began to pack up his camp.
(Sorry for the short post)
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Abin
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Running out of ale is a bad omen, you won't get drunk tonight.
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Post by Abin on Jun 1, 2009 14:18:04 GMT -6
Looking over the vast planes of snow the pirate felt a bit out of place. However, since the events five years ago the pirate had been traveling to get stronger. Sadly, all he did was getting into more trouble. One of his last hopes would be Ilia, which harsh nature could quite well be a good place to get quite a bit stronger.
Still tired he walked out of his make shift shelter, a few trees that he cut down to form a big tent, after that creating himself a fire and a good place to sleep. Glad that he survived yet another night he drank from the flask at his hip. While scouting the area further ahead he first spotted the smoke, good change if he'd find another traveler. In for a companion, the pirate set of.
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Abin
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Running out of ale is a bad omen, you won't get drunk tonight.
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Post by Abin on Jun 6, 2009 2:17:34 GMT -6
Walking through the snow made him tired, and he started to realize he lost time while traveling that direction, disappointed, he tugged his coat tighter and moved on. It didn't take long before he found his nemesis. "Wall, prepare to meet your maker." With these words he got his axes ready and prepared to climb the ridge, shortcuts are always handy. Half way up, the wind got the better of him, and knocked him back down.
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