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Underground Tunnels

Post 181

Arisztid Lugosi

*stands uncertainly not sure what to do now that the fightings over...*

*wonders if she should follow isca*


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Post 182

Blackberry Cat , if one wishes to remain an individual in the midst of the teeming multitudes, one must make oneself grotesque

<smiley - erm well I'm just waiting around in the Healers Hall but you could come and see how Isca and Aaylia are smiley - smiley>


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Post 183

TBC

*Thoran stretches his arm slowly, grimicing in pain once*
hmm, bruised it badly.

~Thoran


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Post 184

Arisztid Lugosi

*comes in, just returned from the healing hall*

*looks around for lady aaylia*

*sees lord thoran*

are you alright lord thoran? ...do you need any help?


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Post 185

TBC

I'll be fine. I just had a blow to my arm which bruised it but I should be able to move it again soon

~Thoran


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Post 186

Arisztid Lugosi

alright... hope you feel better soon lord thoransmiley - smiley

i'm off to find lady aaylia now, i think she was looking for you....

*leaves*


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Post 187

TBC

*starting to stretch his arm slightly to see what movement he has Thoran leaves the tunnels for Guild Hall*

~Thoran


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Post 188

TBC



~Skenvoy


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Post 189

U521150


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Post 190

Cat-Eyes: No..... why.... ?


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Post 191

TBC



~Thoran


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Post 192

Mr. Christopher, enjoying the Magicians Guild game where he is called Polonius Franc, Elder Healer and local merchant

*a figure in a grey cloak moves from the Slums sewers to those under the town market*


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Post 193

Mr. Christopher, enjoying the Magicians Guild game where he is called Polonius Franc, Elder Healer and local merchant

*the figure in grey listens for a bang, then moves on towards the slums again*


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Post 194

Thorn

*Arc Unagi heads through the entrance to a tunnel that starts with an opening in an abandoned well, long since run dry*

He is wearing a greatcoat over a plated chestpiece. A sulking & brooding figure of a man, even he does not know of the dark and ambitious things which fate may have in store for him. Those things loom ominously over him now, although he can only vaguely perceive it at best.

*He growls a little clenching the weapons brought with him, a sword and an axe, practising training drills at his own pace. These are ones which are too dangerous for his five students to undertake, even Ite*

*And then heads for the slums, and daylight- on the other side of the tunnel.*


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