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Which are you? |
Barbarian |
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9% |
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Bard |
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4% |
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Cleric/Paladin |
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Druid |
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Fighter |
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Ranger |
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Rogue |
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Sorcerer |
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 3:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 3:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 3:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 3:51 pm
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Blaze noticed the half orc that came over, and grinned. It had been a long time since he has seen a half orc, or worked with one for that matter. He hated orcs, or at least when they were trying to kill him anyways. The last time he went on a quest with a half ling, it ended in a disaster. One of his hired soldiers wasn't to happy, and killed him by,"accident," and Blaze,"accidentyl, destroyed all the nerves in his right arm.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 3:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 4:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 4:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 7:37 pm
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O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! 5 O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. 2
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; 10 For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, 15 You’ve fallen cold and dead. 3
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20 Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 8:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 9:18 pm
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