[Larry_OHF]

Asleep he was, that fine Spring morning. He had slept in, due to an arousing dream about Mistral.
Suddenly, the air staled and the the birds stopped singing. The strange, alarming silence made him wake up. There was something wrong in the land of Ironworks.
Running over to the window, he lifted it and looked outside. the clouds had darkened the morning sky and bathed the land in a cold cloth of darkness.

It was as if something from his past...long ago...was returning to his memory.

Then, he realized what it was. A sudden recolection of events long since forgotten came racing back to his memory. At the dark sky, Larry spake, "He has come back!"

Throwing off his Mad Modding Mage robes and running over to pick out of the closet a nearly forgotten pair of clothes, Larry once again took on the alignment and stature of a mere Ranger. He ran over to the phone to call for the old ones. The forum needed everybody's help on this.

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Originally by Jerome Jerome looked to the sky suddenly, sensing the power of one as old as he. "LARRY," he whispered. He fingered the edge of his huge two handed sword in paralell with his other hand tracing the huge dark scar down the sid eof his face. The pain this one had caused him still lingered, still throbbed. He had not used his sword, the dark Carsomnyr since his defeat... wanting the swords first victim to be his most ancient adversery.