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Post by driabtheindextrous on Jul 6, 2009 20:07:07 GMT -5
My life began on a farm on the outskirts of the dread wood and south of bloody marsh. My father was a well known drunk who left my mother and I to fend for ourselves as he set out for the city of valagar. I grew to my early years with a man who cared not for me nor my mother, but only for himself. One morning a young man came striding out of the dread wood where none had come before in all my memory. He came singing a song of some far off land, in a foreign tongue for which I had no knowlrdge. Just before he passed me on the road he stopped and turned to me, he spoke of his lost land where all were accepted as they are. I followed him to this very battle we now call ragnorak and fight here amongst my brothers where none is less and none are more.
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Post by Lynall Redhawks on Jul 6, 2009 20:16:54 GMT -5
NICCCCCCCE! Do you have more?
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