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Rules
Feb 16, 2009 3:22:52 GMT 1
Post by Megan Mexere on Feb 16, 2009 3:22:52 GMT 1
Ravyn slowly walked through the gates of Bowerstone. It was a scorching day in Bowerstone. The sun's rays beat down on her. She felt hot and thirsty and the day had just begun. She shook her head, frowning.
"I will not back down from some feeble heat." she muttered under her breath.
She had just graduated from the Guild. She was one of those people who graduated late. She was a year older than any of those who had graduated with her.
"Hold it right there, missy." said a voice from behind.
She turned, fearing for the worst, her hand already on her Iron Longsword.
"You need to give us your weapons. You can't run around town brandishing a sword, can you?" said a guard.
She frown. No one had told her the guards confiscated weapons.
"Will I get them back?" she asked.
"When you leave Bowerstone, drop by here again to pick up your weapons. Oh, and I almost forgot, none of that funky Will stuff in here. It'll scare the civilians." he said.
Ravyn reluctantly handed the guard all of her weapons.
"Also, no horsing around, no harassing any civilians, and absolutely no doing anything inappropriate. They're kids here too." said the guard.
Ravyn frowned. The rules for Bowerstone just kept adding up.
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Rules
Feb 18, 2009 21:34:52 GMT 1
Post by Enigma on Feb 18, 2009 21:34:52 GMT 1
Enigma sighed wearily as he trudged out of the Bowerstone Inn. He was wearing all black, as usual, and in this weather that was proving to be a terrible idea. Still, without his sight, only having black clothes made getting dressed on a morning easier.
He carefully walked down the steps as Riddle yapped at him in greeting. She didn't like it when he left her alone and she darted over to meet him, bumping against the side of his leg and licking his hand. He smiled faintly and unhooked the leash from his belt, attaching it to her collar.
With that done, he stepped to the side, out of the way of the door and paused there in the shade. "Where do you suppose we should go, Riddle?" He asked her quietly. Oddly enough, Darkwood seemed the most appealing to him. Anything to get away from the sun. However, he had no desire to get into a nother scrape with a Balervine, so that idea was out. Perhaps he'd just head back to the guild and stand under the waterfall for a while, he thought.
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