August 31, 2008, 12:26 PM
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Citizen
Join Date: Jun 2008
Location: Zinn''Sunn
Posts: 67
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[Bounty] Human After All (Peer-mod Su Farong)
33rd of Pontius
In the Season of Winter
Era 1 of the Celestine Mandate
Era 15 Post-Fractum
10th Candlemark
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In Which Dwarf Tourists Really Really Suck
It had only been one day since Fenrir's named had been stuck on the top of the most wanted list in the Bounty and Employment Hall. Fenrir had not yet known of this atrocity, and was completely unaware of any such incident ever happening. Was he being framed? Or did he simply forget about an event that happened previously. Disturbing the peace was Fenrir's niche in Zinn'Sunn, his passion. Most of the civilians walking around Zinn'Sunn would've known by now that Fenrir was a harmless troublemaker. To go so far as to put a bounty on his head was preposterous, and childish. Let somebody have their fun for god's sakes!
I'll Have a Sword for Breakfast, Thank You
Fenrir woke up from his beauty sleep just as he would any day, yawning first, rubbing eyes second, and then dragging himself to his humble abode's cozy kitchen. His house was filled with pots and other articles of interest that he collected from his various travels throughout the kingdom of Aelyria, specifically through the Rhagrnd homeland in the Arium mountains. Although the house was particularly small, it was highly compact yet comfy in certain areas. As Fenrir slowly paced himself towards his kitchen, a loud banging noise could have been heard from a few spaces away. What the hell... muttered Fenrir as his suddenly popped open in shock.
And Some Blood Juice Please
He dismissed the noise and went to his kitchen soundly. Grabbing a loaf of bread from his food-basket, Fenrir chomped on it viciously without even the need for any complements or condiments. Afterwards, a large pitcher of juice would have been subject to his mouth as he slurped down large gulps of fruity liquid at a time. As he slowly finished the juice pitcher, another loud noise was heard in the distance, startling Fenrir and causing a heap of the juice to fly out of the pitcher, staining his shirt. Damn it... grumbled Fenrir as he looked around for a possible cause to this outrage. Placing the pitcher down on the counter, Fenrir spied the entirety of his house for any possible intruder. There was none to be found.
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