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The Never Ending Nitemare
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 9:40 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 9:54 am
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The villagers scattered as the huge black stallion thundered into the square. the tall broadshouldered rided reined in outside the tavern contemptuously, sliding from the saddle like liquid darkness. he was standing beside the master of the stable before the horse had fully calmed. The old man took in his late visitor in quick, nervous glances, this was no rough mercenary or country lord. he wore the finery of a noble and his sharp aquiline features and the glittering arrogance in his eyes were those of a warrior. a formidable pairing, and not one to be taken lightly, he tossed the long black tresses of his hair over his shoulder and stepped closer. "yes lord?" the stable master said in hushed tones, as though afraid anything he might say, or any stray movement he might make would bring this dark mans wrath. he'd seen such as this one before, more times than he could count, and their temperaments were as unpredictable as the winds, he'd seen friends and relatives who hadn't the wits to learn this lesson and live... "i am Zasz," the dark one said softly. his words carried forecefully despite the softness with which they were spoken......
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The Never Ending Nitemare
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 9:59 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 10:05 am
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The dark mans ears perked up as he heard people around him, his eyes narrow.... "You will care for my mount, i shall return for it eventually, keep him ready, your life depends on my happiness..." with that he begins to walk towards the tavern, perhaps there will be a mercinary band looking for a good soldier, the last mercinary band he entered he ended up killing them all...it was far to easy, he is looking for more of a challenge now...as he enters the tavern his wet black hair flowing into his face, covering his piercing green eyes he elegantly glides across the floor to a corner table, taking his seat calmly, he slowly reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a pipe, lighting it with the match that was in the bowl, the smoke rolls from his mouth and the pipes mouth...the sweet aroma waiving around him....he never was much of a smoker untill he got lost in the northern mountains, near freezing, when a man found him and took him in, and gave him a large satchel of some leaf that he really enjoyed, he remembered those days, getting trained by the old man, the man who taught him everthing...
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The Never Ending Nitemare
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 10:13 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 10:16 am
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The Never Ending Nitemare
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 10:19 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 10:22 am
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The Never Ending Nitemare
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 10:24 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 10:33 am
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The Never Ending Nitemare
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The Never Ending Nitemare
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 11:19 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 12:37 pm
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Dark-shoes23 Gaia name: Dark-shoes23 Name: Lira Age: 14 Race: human Apperance: Bio: Is a master mage and has the phoenix demon inside her she came her at age fourteen searching for her older brother and found him((RP brother is Biblis)) she is quiet and shy but very strong Weapons: her magic and phoenix demon powers also her demon sword Other:has a black cloak
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The Never Ending Nitemare
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The Never Ending Nitemare
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 12:45 pm
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