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Post by Avvy on Sept 4, 2012 2:03:48 GMT -5
For longer than some cared to think about the Isle of Siranda has laid in darkness. The touches of light that manage to filter through the corruption that surrounds it are wane, sickly feeling. The loss of contact with the outside world lies heavy on some, others have thrived in this environment. Many still seek answers. Why did this happen? How did this happen? How can we get off this cursed island?
Those who might look out to the sea, to the barrier of dark mist above the water, might find themselves catching glimmers of light in the darkness, out beyond the Lucan Docks, past the island of Sanctuary and off the shores of Baraban. The lights flicker, are there and then are gone again. But the water remains dangerous, uninviting. Could it be rescue? Or is it some new affliction come to kill us all?
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Post by melongrenade on Oct 15, 2012 15:08:50 GMT -5
Captain Rastan spies the offshore lights and SEIZES THE OPPORTUNITY.
All aboard the HMS (His Murkleman's Ship) Swinging Fist!
All positions available. Pay not guaranteed, but fun is.
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Post by gatalis on Oct 27, 2012 3:53:32 GMT -5
Jacia gazed out over the open sea, wiping beads of sweat off of her forehead as she continued her training... Time moved on and the pattern remained... Train, pray, eat, pray, sleep, pray... Time on the island had given her a new sense of honor for her work under Ilmater's gaze, and she intended to make the most of it. What would this new revelation bring? Only time would tell...
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