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Selvec Darkon
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 Posted: Sun, Sep 13 2009, 12:09 PM |
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Joined: 12 Oct 2005
Location: On a Disk, carried by four elephants, which stand on a gigantic turtle.
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"A wrong move on the board, and perhaps the final slip up of the game. The noose is tightening, and a clean sweep may be approaching. You have been warned, once, twice, three times, on and on. Yet like sheep, blind and deaf to the words, you follow on, and are completely unaware.
Things are coming to a head in this game. It may just be the most destructive checkmate ever devised. Are you watching? Or are you playing?"
*All these messages are again put up by a man in a grey hood. Again, likelyhood of the guards paying him much notice is probably little given his race, tendency to be in Cordor, and the fact that it was raining when the notices where put up.*
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I keels u with my axe!
"Do ye know where the Holy-Flamin' Frost-brand Gronk-slayin' Vorpal Hammer o' woundin' an' returnin' an' Shootin'-Lightnin'-out-yer-bum is?"
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Burningoutbright
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Posted: Sun, Sep 13 2009, 14:19 PM |
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Joined: 17 Mar 2007
Location: Where the She-Devils roam
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Lt. Tarvencia may be seen observing these flyers and discerning their contents while jotting down notes about the locations, district and building-wise. After doing so, she pulls down a few of the flyers, and puts one into her journal.
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Grymia
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Posted: Sun, Sep 13 2009, 16:03 PM |
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Joined: 14 Dec 2004
Location: Kohlingen, and a Basement in Canada
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*Warrick, quietly passing in the streets reads the notice and ponders*
~ .. It is still too risky, I only wish I knew what he was speaking of. ~
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