Galenson
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Posted: Tue, Jul 23 2013, 9:22 AM |
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Joined: 26 May 2006 Location: Down Under, calculating your demise with blunt expressions.
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The Orcs at the Ravaged Stronghold are very happy this cycle, breaking out into festivities, starting shouting contests and even fisty brawls in celebration. A few of them sport some elegant weaponry, a few others have pieces of fancy armour scattered around their person like a trophy. One orc even has a pair of pink underwear which he wears on his head like a helmet.
...oh yeah, and there's a few really angry Drow too. Turns out it was their stuff!
_________________ Plays:
"I'll think of something once Amia:EE drops."
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Gondor
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Posted: Tue, Jul 23 2013, 10:05 AM |
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Joined: 21 Mar 2007 Location: Belgium
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A warrior and his blade were witness. The last cycles he had passed through the Orc territory a few times, often travelling through their habitat towards the surface. He had not travelled that far this moment, observing the excitement from a distance. He did not fear the Orcs in slight numbers, though, attempted to stay out of any patrol's sight. He resisted the will of his blade, which yearned for blood.
"Once more my kin is ridiculed. While the drow's eyes are set upon the surface these cycles, desperately seeking for long lost glory, our inheritable nature is lost to our kin. Eyes are blinded, yet see. We walk a corrupt path, yet none feel it."
The warrior turned his back to the Orcs.
_________________ "Unite with the essence of your blade, forge your mind and make it strong, for a blade breaks as fast as it's wielder." Lo'milmar Cil'in, the Path of Athiyk'VElve
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