Dirk Karavalenge
Nomadic Trooper
Mr. Opportunist[M:-25]
A man of very few words
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Post by Dirk Karavalenge on May 29, 2007 14:33:07 GMT -6
Kabold trotted towards the familiar site. Dirk had dreamed he saw his brother here, now knowing that dream was real. Making his way around the charred huts, he headed towards the center."Well, look who's not dead." Dirk knew that voice, the same voice that lingered in his ears the past five years. "All this time, I thought you were dead." "Same here." "Dave, we must-" "What? Look for our families? We were the only survivors. What I must do is more important. What you do, is for you to decide." "Fine." Dave jumped onto his horse, "You should start by going to Bulgar, you will find something there." Dave's horse trotted off, leaving a trail of dust. What I am going to do...
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