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Shrewd
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 Posted: Sat, Mar 14 2009, 0:26 AM |
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Joined: 01 May 2005
Location: Sydney
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To those that remember our beloved Iraere,
I am looking for a single one of her feathers. Mine has been burnt up in a fire, and that causes me great distress.
I will give 10,000,000 gold to whoever can give me one.
Sincerely, Ly'thiel.
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Aravain, Champion of Song.
Anar, a dark elf.
Giovanni, Blood Knight.
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Mahtan
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Posted: Sat, Mar 14 2009, 0:40 AM |
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Joined: 28 May 2006
Location: That place with the green grass and that blue sky.
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Halen_Van
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Posted: Sat, Mar 14 2009, 0:43 AM |
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Joined: 21 Nov 2005
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*Halen looks at the notice*
Even what represented the best of you.. that which was supposed to be the most pure... is sold.
_________________ "Freedom is the Right of all sentient beings."
-Optimus Prime.
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Shrewd
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Posted: Sun, Mar 15 2009, 12:20 PM |
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Joined: 01 May 2005
Location: Sydney
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Notes are renewed.
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Aravain, Champion of Song.
Anar, a dark elf.
Giovanni, Blood Knight.
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Jan
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Posted: Sun, Mar 15 2009, 17:22 PM |
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Joined: 06 Nov 2005
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"All the gold in Abeir-Toril cannot buy this from me", mutters an aging pilgrim as he limps past the notice board.
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The Cobbit
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Posted: Sun, Mar 15 2009, 17:28 PM |
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Joined: 09 Aug 2005
Location: Satellite Of Love
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"So much gold for just one feather? I'm sleeping on a goldmine!"
Malcolm was later quite disappointed when he discovered that he slashed open his pillow and mattress for nothing.
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I have a large seashell collection which I keep scattered on the beaches all over the world. Maybe you've seen it.
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Grymia
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Posted: Sun, Mar 15 2009, 19:05 PM |
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Joined: 14 Dec 2004
Location: Kohlingen, and a Basement in Canada
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Warrick glares at this notice.
"A momento of a woman such as Irraere should NOT be something one sells away readily or purchases." he can be heard muttering.
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Eoweniel
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Posted: Sun, Mar 15 2009, 19:30 PM |
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Joined: 09 Oct 2005
Location: Sweden
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*A young woman with long, brown hair and a gigantic staff wanders past the post, shaking her head in disbelief at the note*
"I would never part with this..." *She gently fingers a bright white feather hanging around the neck, seemingly adorning a necklace*
Edit: Brainfart-typo.
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