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Post by Ayren Bladestone on Mar 3, 2009 8:48:43 GMT -5
As I walked the twilight lit path from my hut outside Doven to Corkford, I couldn't help but realize how pathetic my life had become. Earlier I had just begged for the first time to get a meal, and now my only intentions are to steal a horse from one of the local sleeping villagers.
At least now I have a proper way to get around.
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Post by Chandra Lowell on Oct 1, 2009 15:16:05 GMT -5
I ran as fast as she could from Doven. "Stupid Brother, stupid Dad, never trust an Ulmar" I shouted to myself as I ran. I bashed into a man whom didn't look human. "Oh, um sorry" I stammered. 'Don't turn into a Werewolf, fear doesn't own you' I told myself.
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