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Kenneth
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 Posted: Fri, Sep 26 2014, 8:20 AM |
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Joined: 23 Aug 2011
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Soilbrood, in fashion atypical to his normal visits, spends an inordinate amount of time walking the perimeter where the siege equipment sits at the ready. With a sheaf of papers and the requisite pen and ink, he passes the eternal night of Tarkuul by taking notes, wandering back and forth from various styles of bolt-throwers and battle-engines - with the occasional circuit of the castle itself, where a ready supply of grape vines can feed his constant hunger. After many hours spent in observation, and many buckets of grapes eaten, he takes his pile of papers and exits through the portal to Underport.
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WrathOfTheNorth
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Posted: Fri, Sep 26 2014, 8:32 AM |
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Joined: 31 Aug 2014
Location: UK.
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All the while from a distance, The figure in bone white robes complimented by a black cloak and parchments located on the robes would be watching.
The intrigue that is shown by only a slightly faster spinning in the onyx eye carved with a purple Iris seemed to be ever watching while he was present.
Shortly after rotshroud leaves, The observing figure moves towards the triune towers...
_________________ Xalibossk, Body Tamer & Terror Of The Underdark Khuul-Khuum -Icy Heart Award 2014- Joint 2nd Best Developed 2014!Ordained Of Her Grace
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