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Post by Sir Matthew on Jan 31, 2008 14:30:03 GMT -5
(( yay support level!))
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Post by Lan on Jan 31, 2008 14:30:41 GMT -5
((well accually i doubt he was trying to level, hes just...like that.))
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Post by Sir Matthew on Jan 31, 2008 14:37:28 GMT -5
(( oh...... mk. if that be so hes good.))
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Post by Lan on Jan 31, 2008 14:39:36 GMT -5
((yesh =3))
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Post by skyz on Feb 2, 2008 22:10:03 GMT -5
((thats alright as long as hes not power leveling its annoying))
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Post by Lan on Feb 15, 2008 23:33:23 GMT -5
Dire walked into the market district, hoping to find some armor and wepons. He wandered into a shop and stopped to admire the craftmanship on some leather armor. It was beautiful really, scenes of famous battle were painstakingly etched into the armor, and it rippled in and out of the sunlight, almost as if it had a chameleon spell on it.
"Aha! I see someone admiring my handywork!"
Dire turned and saw a stocky man, all muscle with a short beard looking at him.
"This armor is amazing! How much?"
The man chuckled. "Sadly, probably more than you can afford laddy."
"20,000."
Dire turned to the man. "Isn't that a bit much?"
"Not for fine craftmanship such as this. My best pice of work."
"I'll buy it." Dire said.
The man gave Dire a look and said "With what?"
"Money, of course."
"You have twenty thousand?"
"I have fifteen thousand, but ill give you that and this."
Dire pulled out a small talisman he had taken from an altar in the great hall.
The man snatched it up after inspecting it for a few minutes.
"Deal."
Dire shrugged on the armor after paying the man. It was very light, but very tough.
he thanked the man and stepped out into the sunlight.
Too bad he didn't have a wepon.
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Post by Lan on Feb 20, 2008 21:45:50 GMT -5
*Dire is now in the explorable lands*
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Post by skyz on Mar 22, 2008 22:24:36 GMT -5
Skyz walked in powerfully and looked for the store clerk.
"Can I help you?" The annoyed man said.
"I need a balder and sheath that both resist magic against them." Skyz stated.
"I have these two but you don't seem weathy enough." The boy was cut off but the sudden eerie cold steel on his throat.
"Money is no object." Skyz sternly told the minor. The boy handed him the items and Skyz handed him a small sack of gold as he left. Skyz was now headed to find John but he needed to stop to check in with an old friend who could tell him exactly where to look...
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