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Sir Eric rides up to the guildhouse and pauses to look for the stables. Spying them, he dismounts from the UGLYIST horse most have ever, or ever hope, to see, and leads it towards the stable, ducking his horned head to get in the door. About 30 minutes later, he reappears and heads towards the guild building.
He is a bit of a frightening sight. 9 foot tall, with an elonged face, that reminds of a reptilian snout, he is covered in scales of a metallic smoke color and sports small, probably useless wings, a whip-like tail and horns sweeping backwards off his head.
Approaching the guildhouse he pauses to cast an odd glance at the oddly shaped brush outside the door. Smiling to himself in amusement, he opens the door and looks at the floor, trying to decide if it will hold him. Ducking, he walks in and pauses to look around.
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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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