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| + Balinor | Jun 25 2005, 05:02 PM |
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I am your obsidian reverie...
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(He is, you just don't know that yet...
^_^ ) Kal stopped, the water from the rains dripped over his body as he turned around slowly. His cool gaze fell upon the soldier which had halted him in this crappy weather. The raindrops fell harder as thunder echoed in the bckground, each drop stung like a cold, metal dagger from within. Chilling him to the bone... "Tell me this. Why stop a Smith on his way to the pub....in the middle of a storm?" He threw the question cold and hard, a sly grin accompanying it as the words ended. Indeed his true intentions were hidden, yet it was a believable story to most. Afterall, it was near the end of his shift...most Smiths do go to the pub for an Ale or two after work. Kal's right then moved up slowly to his belt, withdrawing the smithing hammer and twirling it within his palm. Revealing what his 'concealed weapon' really was... "Smithing hammer..." |
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