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5 yrs ago
Current Wheremst
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5 yrs ago
What if *I* was the small creature all along?
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5 yrs ago
O . O staring
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6 yrs ago
OooooooOooOOOOooooooOOOOOooOoooooooOOooOOOOoooOo
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7 yrs ago
V.1.26 (House of Caecilius Iucundus); 4091: Whoever loves, let him flourish. Let him perish who knows not love. Let him perish twice over whoever forbids love.
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@kingkonrad That's an omen if I ever saw one.
Whoa, 75 pounds? That's likely more heavy than she is. The average weight for 9-10 year old girls is 60-70 lbs.
"Are you going to let uncle in?" Jacquelyn asked, motioning towards the wagon door.
"Yes," the administrator answered. "You will meet the rest of the company, as well as a few hired guards, at the border town of Gurrivo. Try to keep your official indicators hidden there. The people aren't too happy with us at the moment, seeing as how we have recently taken them from Zitera."

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"Chief! Chief!" shouted a young Dahote warrior as he charged through the thick underbrush towards the village. He nearly crashed into another as he ran desperately for the village.

"What's wrong?" asked the other, a bit disoriented.

"Tell the chief there's men on our lands! Possibly invaders! Hurry!" The two of them ran for the chief's hut. They ran up to the leather flap that acted as a door and went right through with a resounding FLAP. The information was much too important to let a door stop them. Through hasty words and extravagant gestures, they got the message across.

"Hmm . . ." Chief Megedagik muttered to himself. "Get me my son. Immediately."
Tim went back to the spot where he lay his bow. He gave the string an experimental twang. Yep, it was still just as loose as ever.
"Hmm . . . lets see . . ." mumbled the administrator, thumbing through the sheets of paper sent to him three days ago. "Well, you do seem qualified for the job, Mr. Carter. You do have one Lurish borne parent. I believe it's Lieutenant Malcolm Carter, if I'm not mistaken?" He pushed the tiny spectacles up with his chubby fingers. "Hmm, health report . . . health report . . . Ah, there it is. Your doctor claims you are in perfect health, good sir. Let's see, twenty four years of age . . . well. That is a bit young, but one can hardly blame youngsters like you for their ambition. Ho ho, yes." The administrator stands up and offers Robert his hand to shake, a file in the other hand. "After careful consideration, we - meaning I - have concluded that you are ready to join the Lurish Exploration Company. Here is your briefing, the jungles are eastwards," he finished, chuckling to himself.
Alright! Put it in the char page. Here we go!
Finally, the long, drawn out torture that is the dance ended. Jacquelyn had never felt so embarrassed in her life, not even when she was caught mid pickpocket once with her hand in an older man's pants. She quietly exited along with the other girls, hanging her head in shame.
Alright, we gave it a day. Jpp hasn't posted, we're starting without him. All those in favor post 'aye'.
What do you suggest we do?
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