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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 3:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 3:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 6:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 6:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 9:04 pm
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Marten recognized the man under the hood as he ran back. He had grown a bit since he last saw him, but he never forgot a face. He felt himself grow angry as Miles kissed the girl. That lucky s.o.b. I've been stuck here in this god forsaken wasteland, hiding for my life and living on freakin sand lizards, and here he's been traveling the world with a beautiful elf. As soon as he thought it, though, he pushed the thought from his mind. It wasn't Miles' fault that he wasn't being hunted, or that he had found a girl. Still...
Marten unsnapped the other wing and stuffed it into the satchel with the broken one. Ducking under a villager, he caught up with the group. He stood infront of Miles, arms crossed in a gesture of annoyance. "Six years, and you didn't write once. You didn't even visit when you were in the neighborhood." He stood there for a second, then breaking into a sudden grin he grabbed Miles in a brotherly hug. "How've you been man! I haven't seen you since we took care of that phoenix," he said, releasing Miles. "If you guys need a safe place to camp, I know of a good cave a few miles from here. I used it as a base for a hunting expedition last year. No water, but its hard to find and easy to defend which seems to be what we need right now."
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 10:21 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 12:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 3:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 6:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 5:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 6:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 9:45 pm
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Marten smiled as he caught the roll. "Hmm, I think I remember this. Uhh... bread right. Soft, springy, and absorbs water. About 500 times better than sandlizard, thank you." He thought for a second... he had probably tried every possible way to prepare sand lizards - with the exception of fried and herb baked. He'd had them boiled, mashed, smoked, grilled, burned, steamed, diced, raw, and a few ways that he made up on the spot. It all tasted the same: flavorless, rubbery, with a hint of sand you had spit out. "The cave should be northwest of here, give or take. I always used the lake as a landmark so I may be a little off since its gone."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 9:50 am
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