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05-10-2003, 01:25 AM | #11 |
Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Dec 2002
Location: On the sand dunes outside of Ilium, watching it burn.
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It had been some while after the scouting party had left, and Rangar had told them to wait. Never have i seen weather like this! she thought to herself. To pass the time, she had sang, as she always did. In this mist her elven sight was useless. Where are they, have they gone astray? Calimir, le ab-dollen!! where are they!Énien thought.
She stood up in frustration. "They should not be so long" she snapped. "And what if they have come to grief? we are left sitting here like no-brains waiting for them to return?!" Now Énien was frantic with worry. Then she heard it. Footstepps. At least my ears are not decieved by fog She faltered on the remark her mind made. just in case, she took out her dagger from around her waist. Another figure had gotten up from the ground, she guessed it was Rangar, for it bore his stature. They waited... [ May 10, 2003: Message edited by: Everdawn ]
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