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Post by Eldae on Mar 1, 2005 18:25:57 GMT -5
Errandir got off the boat at Khuul, looking around him nervously, his mage robes blowing in the sea breeze. Pulling out a worn map, he looked at it carefully, then looked at his coin. He didn't have enough to buy silt strider passage to Balmora, but he did have enough for an ale. Walking towards the tavern, he wrapped his robes tighter around him as it started to rain.
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Post by epitaft on Mar 9, 2005 10:24:40 GMT -5
standing behind the mage to try and bloc the sharp breeze coming off the ocean burton takes a look around, a little town somewhat thriving, but little to be had by a perosn of his unique nature. burton picks up his cloth pack and shoves his prized glass dagger back into its spot in his boot, he soon sets off in the town to find somewhere where he could "aquire" a few coins and get a drink, so he heads to the pub.
(isint this the town with the slave trader?)
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Post by nightwolf0 on Apr 9, 2008 22:27:19 GMT -5
The night was cold with the chilling breeze of the ocean. Enteri, the dark elf, stood hidden in an alley by the Ocean Side Tavern, watching as the bustle of the small town of Khuul settled in and the usual travlers and towns people headed into the tavern for the thier night of relief. Two new faces caught Enteri's eyes and he was vaguely intrigued, but wasn't sure why. He watched as the two me entered the tavern and decided to follow in behind them. His stealth was that of the aura that he entered without notice. Tonight would be an intresting night to be sure. Enteri just had that adrenalin rush of a promising encounter.
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