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Post by Stram Longbeard on Jan 13, 2007 22:31:12 GMT -5
Stram walked along the stone path leading to the unknown forest ahead. The sun was high in the sky, shinning her face down upon him. A chill wind blew across his old face. His white beard flowed off to the side. He grabbed it and tucked underneath his belt. He had been walking for sometime now, regularly stopping to set up camp. It has been nearly 30 days since he left his guild. Still seeking the one who murdered his son. He got a few tips from various places that in a city might be the best place to locate or gather information. He walked along with his War hammer slung over his shoulder. He was much on a piece of bread. The sky was clear and not a single cloud in the sky. Stram looked up and shaded his eyes with his large hand, he stared into the sky. A smile appeared on his face.
"So, it's a lovely day and nothing else could make this day get any better. Not cloud in the sky and no signs of dragons or danger" he said
After a few hours of traveling he stopped to take a rest. There was a large boulder sitting near the fork in the road. There were two ways one leading East, the other leading West. Now supposedly there supposed to be signs up showing which leads to what. But someone has taken it down. Stram stood there pondering in which way to go. He sighed heavily and sat down and leaned his back against the large boulder. He then pulled out his map and began to pour over to where he was. He sat there in silent not making a sound.
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