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Post by Oswin on Aug 15, 2007 18:35:41 GMT -5
The great Guild Master Phudan, who lived many centuries ago, was one of the best Archbishops who lived. His Holy Book of the Gods has just recently been found in his village, located a little West of Minas Rithes. Alexandre has been sent to go retrieve the holy relic.
Alexandre had left the Cathedral in Adenwar, and had journeyed all the way to Lebonwaith. It had taken several days, but he had arrived at Minas Rithes safely. From there, he had journeyed on to where the village was. He was now on the road.
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Post by alexander on Sept 2, 2007 11:56:55 GMT -5
Alexandre moved along down the road, watching tiredly for anything that could slow him down. He walked around a big rock in the road and kept moving. "What a tedious trip." He said to himself.
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Post by Oswin on Sept 2, 2007 13:49:13 GMT -5
As he approached the village, he passed a man driving a cart. The man looked to be a farmer, carrying his produce to Minas Rithes to sell in the market.
"Hallo there, brother," the man called to Alexandre.
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Post by alexander on Sept 3, 2007 3:01:36 GMT -5
"Good morning, Sir." He replied respectfully, touching the cowl of his hood with his thumb and index finger. "Off to the market on such a fine day?" His strong Southern accent played heavily on his words. He would almost sound like some sturdy dwarf had he not been in plain sight.
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Post by Oswin on Sept 5, 2007 10:51:53 GMT -5
"Yes, that be so," the farmer said pleasantly. "And what about you? Where are you headed?" The farmer had now stopped his cart so he could talk with the priest. The donkey pulling it whinned.
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Post by Oswin on Dec 28, 2007 15:11:19 GMT -5
And Alexandre never returned from his pilgrimage...
RIP
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