Ciskel was in the guild waiting for them. He'd overheard Terra's speech to Ander while he was looking for his last two members.
So he sped back to the guild and when they arrived he was ready. Standing with the guild stamp in one hand, the GWG forms in the other and a big smile on his face.
"Hello, how can I help you two?"

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With a grim look Charlie stared over his makeshift sandwall. In the distance stood the silhouette of Ford Jared. Behind it fell the evening sun.
The sand and sky colored red in the last light of the day. After a long day the flag on the tower still stood tall.
Charlie watched as Garsin patrolled the outer wall. Just one more hour and Jared would have won sand castle war.
Not while I draw breath! Charlie steeled himself, pumped and ready for a final assault on the keep. With a warcry he leaped out of cover, armed with a shovel he charged down the beach. He dodged clever sand traps left and right, then rolled to avoid a sandy barrage from a catapult. He sprinted forward, spade raised above his head.
[b]"I'M GOING TO CRASH YOUR SANDCASTLE!!!"[/b]

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Chelsey sat in her folding chair and tried to read while she caught the last rays of the day. She looked up annoyed.