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The Lands of the North; This book is not done yet
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Post #1 Apr 24 2008, 09:09 AM Lludeain
The dust of the road slowly settled to the ground as a hooded figure walked along the road, following behind the caravan that had just came by. All you could see from this man was that he was well built, his long, wavy, black hair stuck out of the bottom of his hood making the people looking at him with confused facial expressions. The man slowly walked into the merchant village of Traitor’s Bend. The people in this village were not traitors, but they were traders, the city name was designed to scare people off or keep the officials from getting to close. Well, it wasn’t like the militia came that way anyways. The village was too far to the north, too close to the North Continent which is not a safe country, especially not in this time-frame.
The hooded figure looked around with a face that showed almost no emotion, and his eyes were as blank as Death’s. He showed almost no living signs that he was alive, yet here he was. A man that looked to have lived a thousand years without death was here, in this city, walking without cause. All the people around him stared and yet, tried not to stare. One thing was for certain. The war that had ravaged the West Continent of R’Vsharjin. It has finally begun in the East and without fail too. Everyone figured this because the man, his cloak, bore the signal of the Royal Phoenix Guard. A group of men that had been established about sixteen hundred years back. The original leaders name was Rengekou, he was a man with no fear. He always fought the enemy without any sign of hatred or resentment.
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"For every man out there, there are at least two battles waiting to be waged.
One the man shall win over, one he shall fail.
Which one is that? That is up to you to decide.
For everyone's fate is their own."

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