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Old 02-22-2007, 09:19 AM   #7
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Foo Merkanor Trekked through the brush like an open road, as did the men behind him. While he had a couple of dueling swords-with more value than could be appreciated at face- most of the others carried Ertilian’s Muskets.

Foo put his hand out to the side. All the men stopped. “We’re at the outpost.” he said. “Looks like situation normal for now. Alright, Merkans, let’s get a distraction.” He pointed across the pass with two fingers.

Two Merkan crept across the pass, then charged through the wood on the other side, whooping and setting off wires to knock down trees. He heard shouting at the post, and a few seconds later Imperius soldiers streamed out of the tower and followed the trail.

“Alright, we need to restructure.” Foo said. “If there’s anyone left, deal with em’ quickly.” Foo and his ten men starting tearing apart the Imperus tower.
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Jacen snapped his fingers. The carraige stopped, and he got out. He was stopping in a major city of Kanis on his way back to his home. Huge sandstone and limestone sculptures and monuments to the Gods rose above the skyline. The Temple of Anubis itself was quite glorious. Jacen entered, making the customary bows, and found the priestess she was looking for, Adria. “Greetings, exalted servant of the Gods,” Jacen said bowing, while he thought, she looks like a turtle!, “May I browse the records in the temple?” Jacen hoped to, by seeing the records, figure something out about the strange rumors now taking hold. That the empire was going to end, about 1000 old books, and it was all apparently rising from this religion, or at least it was connected. But then he saw Alexander, the famous eccentric, had he been starting these rumors?, going to the room where the tablet was stored. Hmm..


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