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Post by Noigrim on May 20, 2005 21:10:04 GMT -5
ooc: LOOOOOLLLLLL... I have.. lemme look it up.... something about t.v. and repetitive wording...
Bic: "I just noticed that I wasn't paying attention so forgive my rudeness," the Argonian truly wanted to be off in his business. 'I want to be off this island, for good. I want to bout of the Morrowind provinince for good, and 'Plums' is holding me back from my goal,' Nur'kyth thought to himself. "Just what are you doing here?" Nur'kyth, in a second point of mind, tried thinking of something that might just get him out of this situation.
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Post by plums on May 20, 2005 21:17:12 GMT -5
Plums was taken aback. What WAS he doing here? Annoying the poop out of all the passengers? When would he actually do something worthwhile. He didn't want to be JUST a commoner. He wanted to be famous, a somebody. Not some idiot who loses his ring every time someone starts the game over! (lol, sorry about that) "Y'know sir, I really don't know what I'm doing here..." he answered wearily.
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Post by Noigrim on May 20, 2005 21:22:03 GMT -5
Ooc: Lol, Plums you crack me up.
Bic: "Well then that makes two of us, I have no idea what I am doing here. Lately, the Empire has been just dumping anyone here. My own focus is to get out of here, for good..." Nur'kyth knew that being in packs with other people was the best choice of survival, especially now that the Empire has been a bit 'shaky' now. So bringin the Wood Elf would be the best hope of leaving, and survival.
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Post by Noigrim on May 20, 2005 21:25:08 GMT -5
Ooc: Aw, I got to go. Bye now! I guess we'll just leave it like this since we're the only two around right now.
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Post by plums on May 20, 2005 21:26:20 GMT -5
cya!
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Post by vevard on May 21, 2005 8:17:57 GMT -5
Baraka stood behind the lighthouse, hiding. He was covered from head to toe in muck. His bow fell from his hands and collapesed in a pile of muck as he fell face forward into it himself. He grumbled as he pulled two large daggers from his leg. He went through his pouch and drained the remaining contents of his Healing Potion. He chucked the bottle away, and started limping towards the Tradehouse, hoping to get a good rest there.
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Post by plums on May 21, 2005 14:50:14 GMT -5
Plums continued to look the scaly man and decided that Plums liked him. Many new immigrants were impolite and grumpy.
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Post by Noigrim on May 21, 2005 15:07:52 GMT -5
"Well Plums, how would you like to leave Vvarderfell for places such as Black Marsh, my homeland, Elsweyer, your homeland, Cyrrodil, Hammerfall, Sumuset Isle, High Rock, or even Skyrim?" Nur'kyth was soon ready to leave, he had to go now or never.
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Post by plums on May 21, 2005 15:09:52 GMT -5
ooc: oops, sorry, ill edit it...
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Post by Noigrim on May 21, 2005 15:14:38 GMT -5
ooc: Kk.
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