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Bobo_Underhill
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 Posted: Wed, Mar 24 2010, 22:42 PM |
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Joined: 21 Jul 2007
Location: The Drone Star State
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Hiya! You were a female warrior I adventured with in Brogendenstein! I forgot your name though, and you wouldn't tell me. I'm really sorry about that. Any ways, my name is Andrew! I'm the bard who was using that greatsword. You asked me to carry a box of your effects 'cause it was too heavy, but then you forgot it when we split. Please send me a note to Triumvir, and I'll have the box sent back to you through Speedies. It had a lot of expensive stuff in it. I'd be horrified if I lost it!
You also didn't take your half of the spoils.
-Andrew
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Andrew Fryar: Cordor's Folk Hero
Bobrin: Eccentric Avenging Executioner
Lyle Torrowfire: Retired badass
Marigold Cobcruncher: Perceptive Priestess
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Mathias of Constantinople
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Posted: Wed, Mar 24 2010, 22:49 PM |
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Joined: 10 Aug 2008
Location: Québec
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*Endymion walks to Speedy's after seeing the message and sends this note on perfume scented paper*
Andrew,
My hero!! Thank you so much for saving my box and my half of the spoils! It was so cold in Brogdenstein, and think I was just too smitten by you and forgot all about it, but now it turns out my sister has become ill, and I could very much use the coin to pay for her treatment! Is it okay if I send my older brother to come pick up the things? I would feel terrible if I had to leave my sister's side, and the doctors wont let anyone else but me in to see her.
Thank you so much for letting my brother come pick it up!! You're so sweet!
Kisses and hugs!
*a return box at speedy's is listed as the return address*
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Bobo_Underhill
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Posted: Wed, Mar 24 2010, 22:52 PM |
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Joined: 21 Jul 2007
Location: The Drone Star State
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A letter arrives in the return box swiftly in reply. As opposed to the public flier, this one is notably more mature and serious in tone.
You're not talking in the same manner she did. And you'd need to come in person. I'm not going to be conned.
-Andrew
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Andrew Fryar: Cordor's Folk Hero
Bobrin: Eccentric Avenging Executioner
Lyle Torrowfire: Retired badass
Marigold Cobcruncher: Perceptive Priestess
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Athyonn Ursidae
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Posted: Wed, Mar 24 2010, 22:52 PM |
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Joined: 19 Oct 2008
Location: UK
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Passing through Cordor the next day, one tall woman pauses to read the notice boards as she usually does. Her figure striking for its simplicity in form, wearing almost skin tight soft black leather, laid over with gold metal plating and stylised with red and purple flashings.
When she reads the note her shoulder leng tresses of black hair fly out around her with the vigour that she shakes her head and walks away laughing to herself.
'Some men just dont realise a gift when they have it dumped in their laps'
She can be heard to say before the narrow alleyways of south cordor swallow her up again.
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Mathias of Constantinople
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Posted: Wed, Mar 24 2010, 22:53 PM |
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Joined: 10 Aug 2008
Location: Québec
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*Endy grumbles, crumpling up the reply and walking away*
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