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Post by thegeneral on Jul 17, 2007 22:12:47 GMT -6
Macbeth grew weary from travelling down the dirt road he was on. He did not know the land of Lycia too well and wasn't exactly sure where he was going. He needed to find some sort of sign...
And he did. A young man on a horse was riding down the road which Macbeth was walking. The rider stopped as the two approached one another and got off of his horse. The rider bowed as a sign of courtesy, as any gentleman would do. Macbeth did not move at all, however.
"How are you doing today sir?" the boy asked.
Macbeth observed his visitor before answering. He had the physique of a man in mid twenties being quite tall but the baby face forced Macbeth to believe he was only in his late teens.
Macbeth sighed, and repled "I'm...fine. Just tell me where this road leads."
The boy snickered a bit. "You are not too far away from the city of Santarus. If you just continue down the road from where I came-"
Macbeth stopped listening and thought to himself. Santarus?I still have a long way before I get to Bern.
The boy continued to blabber about. Macbeth just continued down the road. He would rest and get supplies in the large city.
The boy scoffed as Macbeth walked away. He got back on his horse and continued to ride down the road where Macbeth had come from.
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Dirk Karavalenge
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Post by Dirk Karavalenge on Jul 18, 2007 5:26:20 GMT -6
Dirk had left Laus earlier, he was now going to only make one stop, then travel around Bern, something evil came from that place...
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Dirk Karavalenge
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Post by Dirk Karavalenge on Jul 20, 2007 20:05:18 GMT -6
Dirk picked up his pace, heading north, towards Araphen. He hoped that Dave was right about there being something for him there. Bill was probably in Ilia, or Dirk hoped so. Dave's words still rung in his ears, what was he going to do that was important? He also wondered about Ostia, and what happened after he left, but, he couldn't let his thoughts stop him, he had to press on.
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Post by thegeneral on Aug 1, 2007 15:33:27 GMT -6
The smell of fresh bread being cooked mixed strangely well with the rotten smell of fish being prepared. It was a long time since Macbeth was in a city such as this. Sanataruz...Macbeth wondered how far away it was from Bern, his true destination.
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