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Nomads Settling In The North

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Toriel reads the message that arrives by bird and nods once. "This will be a good chance to further my studies on these creatures." she thinks, before leaving to pester her tailor to speed up on his work of her northern attire. In the back of her head is the vague feeling that she's just as likely to get murdered by the Nomads as the Black Scourge, but she dismisses it because it's all worth it for the advancement of science... or something.

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Saikaunaah notices Burz walking away from the cliff, raising a brow. The dark figure moves towards the cliff, staring down until a large, mischievous smile appears on her face "Luuk, fresh meat.".

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The nomads dance around a fire in the dead of the night, the fire fueled by the hideous painting sent from the coward de Rosens. As Han smiles at the happiness given off by his brothers, he glances up at the top of the icy cliff face, dark staff gripped in his hand

 

"Look, brothers! Some spook-men wish to share our fire..." 

 

With that Han begins to sing lowly, men around him singing along

 

"In my country there is a problem... and that problem is the spookmen... put the spookmen's head on spikes!..so my country can be free..."

 

The helmet of the black scourge leader rests on a pike stuck in the deep snow; an old crimson sheet blowing in the wind tied to the wooden pike

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The nomads dance around a fire in the dead of the night, the fire fueled by the hideous painting sent from the coward de Rosens. As Han smiles at the happiness given off by his brothers, he glances up at the top of the icy cliff face, dark staff gripped in his hand

 

"Look, brothers! Some spook-men wish to share our fire..." 

 

With that Han begins to sing lowly, men around him singing along

 

"In my country there is a problem... and that problem is the spookmen... put the spookmen's head on spikes!..so my country can be free..."

 

The helmet of the black scourge leader rests on a pike stuck in the deep snow; an old crimson sheet blowing in the wind tied to the wooden pike

 

(( Its de Rosaen you peasant ))

 

Christopher taps with his wine glass on the table, awaiting a compliment about the painting anytime now. He is bored, too bored. The negotiations finally bring some action in his life. He grabs his pocket watch, and opens it with the touch of his nimble index finger. The clock shows it is the 14th elven hour of today. With disgust he looked at his stuffed turkey, then he looked at the other fourteen stuffed turkey's. He had way too much food, why didn't they just ask for it?

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Fumble recieves the letter, scratching his tiny chin

 

"Pos'o! Pa! We shoul' check dis ou' ... sell dem some cidah an' doughnuts."

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Darius Flay sits around a fire with the rest of his Flay brethren, fiddling around with a small knife in his hands. He sighs, a breeze hitting his skin. He grunts. "Feckin' cold..." he mutters loudly.

 

(( I'll officially join you guys in-game up in the North soon ))

((who are you))

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A man in a red scarf walks down the highway, having just "borrowed" some stuff from a merchant. He recieves the letter, and says "They're crazy."

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Darius Silverkin receives the note from atop his jackass, Leo.

 

"Oi, folk called me foolish for trekking up there, now people are settling? May as well check it out." he remarks to himself.

 

"Leo! Onward to the North!" He shouts as he rides off.

 

(May come on up there and check it out, Can't promise I'll stay)

 

EDIT: Darius is bucked off his ass as it rushes off to the North, never to be seen again. (Damn timeouts taking my donkey :/)

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Azgrin watchs all the Flays become Inuits.

 

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Dreek watches his adopted son become oe.

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*Roy opens his wooden closet filled with thick clothes*
"Might aswell help the folks up there"

*He shouts at his helpers, telling them to gather as much wool and  wood they need*

(( For the sake of RP, i'll visit when someones online XD ))

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