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Ransom · 08-27-2002, 03:57 PM

A dark figure ran through the woods, panting and cursing. His right hand clutched the handle of a bastards sword, it's dark blade wet with wolf's blood. His left hand held a bow, though his quiver had long been emptied of arrows. Ransom Deviolana cursed again, feeling a stab of pain in his left leg. Some accursed wargs had attacked him while he slept. My, how this world has gone down the drain. He had figured that a vacation to the land of his old employer, one King Rafflensher XXIII. So much for a nice, quite hike....

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08-27-2002, 03:57 PM	#11
Ransom Wight Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: Some randomn dorm in Pittsburgh Posts: 231	A dark figure ran through the woods, panting and cursing. His right hand clutched the handle of a bastards sword, it's dark blade wet with wolf's blood. His left hand held a bow, though his quiver had long been emptied of arrows. Ransom Deviolana cursed again, feeling a stab of pain in his left leg. Some accursed wargs had attacked him while he slept. My, how this world has gone down the drain. He had figured that a vacation to the land of his old employer, one King Rafflensher XXIII. So much for a nice, quite hike.... [ August 27, 2002: Message edited by: Ransom ] __________________ "The blood of the dead mixes with the the flowing sand and grants more power to the killer."--Gaara of the Desert