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Old 01-13-2006, 08:37 PM   #6
DrowArchmage
Mephistopheles
 

Join Date: July 29, 2004
Location: Mt. Pleasant, MI
Age: 34
Posts: 1,400
Anon stood impatiently against a wall.Not many people gave him a second look.He was a tall warrior after all,and the greatsword he carried was certainly enough to scare a normal person.

His silver dwarven breastplate gleamed in the sun.It had a crest on it that was the acient elvish inscription for "fighter". His blonde hair was short and spiked, it gave him a certain look he thought. His eyes flashed through the crowd, as if expecting trouble. I've been hunting orcs and goblins for too long.He said to himself,getting stares from close by people. His pants were also of dwarven make,silver to match his breastplate.He carried no sheild,for rarly was he outmatched by stupid orcs.
He saw a rather dirty looking fellow pick up a leaf and put it back on the ground.He shook his head.Odd people.

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