nafla
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Cold metal sliced the air. The man shifted his glance to the missive before sliding his blade down its scabbard. The air would soon be replaced by warm flesh and dying bodies of men.
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Some dog rustles from afar.
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A youngin' from the trenches of Blackvale gathers his arms and ties his durag. "Do or die, little toes." His bard playing a tune- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dywM446-vcE
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idk anymore
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Frith smiles, "It is never a bad thing to make friends."
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Hm...
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The Menace of Blackvale sat atop his steed, his gaze cast upon a map before the news reached the dark-haired hazard.
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My shades Dior, my pants velour Create, explore, expand, conquer
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I do the same thing I told you that I never wouldI told you I'd change, even when I knew I never couldKnow that I can't find nobody else as good as youI need you to stay, need you to stay, hey (oh)
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Penpa of Blackvale grins
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Age : 23 Alliance : House de Flieve Race : Human
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THE NENZING REMEMBRANCE FESTIVAL: Tourney Registration
nafla replied to Ivoreyy's topic in The Kingdom of Oren
USERNAME: GenghisKhan2 RP NAME: Athelisa of Amadonia EVENTS ENTERING (Individual/Pairs/Both): Individual -
The slanted eyes of Chingis scanned the bazaar that was sprawling with life. Although he not accustomed to this type of place, he had not problem blending in. He heard many conversations and different races. None being new to him he decided to walk to the market. He was stopped by a man, from his looks didn't seem to be struggling. He heard his question and with a simple nod he muttered, "Nothing that concerns you." His gaze burned into the man as he shifted past him gaining ground to the market. He browsed the wears, specifically the composite bows. His pouch was not looking very good and his bow was still in better shape than the ones they were selling. He decided to come back another day.
