*cue dramatic music*
Thorgil and Calem are...well, read the post. [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]
*end music*
Back to business. Now that this vital plot point is accomplished, Kryssal's ranger can step forward. The hunt can commence. The building of town hall gets into full swing. The dwarves skedaddle for Annuminas. The hillmen bide their time, or, perhaps, react to the death of Calem. Onwards and upwards. Or, at least, onwards.
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But then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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