athena
Comer From Afar
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Post by athena on May 22, 2006 16:59:56 GMT -5
teh' stag of ebon hues galloped pon teh' soil of tis land. 'is ebonite flints pounded teh' sod as teh' brute slid to a stop, harks pricked to reveal no sound of other brutes, nares quivered as teh' enchanter smelt no others. 'e called All stags and femmes, i claim this land for my own!
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Post by Zeus on May 22, 2006 18:47:14 GMT -5
The great King entered before 'im and spoke First ye must be accepted into a ranking, follow me to the Placement Thicket and then this land shall be yours
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