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The nine foot, apparently halfdragon rides into the yard of the chapter house and pulls up, looking around puzzled by the strange quiet. Dismounting, he leads the truely ugly heavy war horse into the stables and returns several moments later.
The halfdragon, complete with long whip-like tail, carefully folded wings, and horns sweeping backwards from his brow, enters the building and pauses to look around.
The light catches the glint of a white belt and a bastard sword at his hip, worn over a tabard of blue and silver with his crest.
"Hello, I am looking for Sir Bryonas."
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Sir Eric of Tudor<br />-Knight of Keldon\'s Order<br />-Knight of the Realm of Oregon<br />-Knight of the Realm of Kentucky<br />-Champion of Honor, Virtue, and all good Causes.<br />-Footsoldier to the GOTH<br /> <br />\"Hey you, Knock off all that Evil Doing!\"<p>Something you never want to hear from a high level priest- \"OOPS\"<p>  <br />The object of war is not to die in honour, but make others die in pain. The honourable live forever
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