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Post by SianaBlackwood on May 14, 2011 21:56:08 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night.
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Post by writersblock on May 15, 2011 7:59:26 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night. The chicken clock chimed twice on midnight, then broke.
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Post by SianaBlackwood on May 15, 2011 9:30:14 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night. The chicken clock chimed twice on midnight, then broke. Frank swore at it, but it made no difference.
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Post by writersblock on May 16, 2011 6:43:53 GMT -5
He put on a raincoat and left the castle, slipping a wicked looking knife into his sleeve.
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Post by SianaBlackwood on May 16, 2011 7:26:46 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night. The chicken clock chimed twice on midnight, then broke. Frank swore at it, but it made no difference. He put on a raincoat and left the castle, slipping a wicked looking knife into his sleeve. There was work to be done.
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Post by writersblock on May 17, 2011 2:43:10 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night. The chicken clock chimed twice on midnight, then broke. Frank swore at it, but it made no difference. He put on a raincoat and left the castle, slipping a wicked looking knife into his sleeve. There was work to be done.
He mounted his horse and sped towards the village.
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Post by SianaBlackwood on May 17, 2011 5:31:40 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night. The chicken clock chimed twice on midnight, then broke. Frank swore at it, but it made no difference. He put on a raincoat and left the castle, slipping a wicked looking knife into his sleeve. There was work to be done.
He mounted his horse and sped towards the village.
Meanwhile, two swordsmen entered a tavern and sat at the bar.
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Post by butterflywings on May 26, 2011 0:16:26 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night. The chicken clock chimed twice on midnight, then broke. Frank swore at it, but it made no difference. He put on a raincoat and left the castle, slipping a wicked looking knife into his sleeve. There was work to be done.
He mounted his horse and sped towards the village.
Meanwhile, two swordsmen entered a tavern and sat at the bar. They began bargaining quietly over a large sack that sat on the floor beside one of the men.
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Post by SianaBlackwood on May 26, 2011 7:44:42 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night. The chicken clock chimed twice on midnight, then broke. Frank swore at it, but it made no difference. He put on a raincoat and left the castle, slipping a wicked looking knife into his sleeve. There was work to be done.
He mounted his horse and sped towards the village.
Meanwhile, two swordsmen entered a tavern and sat at the bar. They began bargaining quietly over a large sack that sat on the floor beside one of the men. The sack whimpered and moved occasionally, but everyone seemed to be ignoring it.
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Post by Flatiron on May 31, 2011 17:33:45 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night. The chicken clock chimed twice on midnight, then broke. Frank swore at it, but it made no difference. He put on a raincoat and left the castle, slipping a wicked looking knife into his sleeve. There was work to be done.
He mounted his horse and sped towards the village.
Meanwhile, two swordsmen entered a tavern and sat at the bar. They began bargaining quietly over a large sack that sat on the floor beside one of the men. The sack whimpered and moved occasionally, but everyone seemed to be ignoring it. The man leaned over, and with his one good eye he glanced down into the bag and muttered, "Keep it down Alarik, or I'll feed ya to the dogs."
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Post by SianaBlackwood on Jun 5, 2011 9:26:02 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night. The chicken clock chimed twice on midnight, then broke. Frank swore at it, but it made no difference. He put on a raincoat and left the castle, slipping a wicked looking knife into his sleeve. There was work to be done.
He mounted his horse and sped towards the village.
Meanwhile, two swordsmen entered a tavern and sat at the bar. They began bargaining quietly over a large sack that sat on the floor beside one of the men. The sack whimpered and moved occasionally, but everyone seemed to be ignoring it. The man leaned over, and with his one good eye he glanced down into the bag and muttered, "Keep it down Alarik, or I'll feed ya to the dogs." "Sorry, boss," the sack mumbled.
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Post by butterflywings on Jun 5, 2011 12:10:31 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night. The chicken clock chimed twice on midnight, then broke. Frank swore at it, but it made no difference. He put on a raincoat and left the castle, slipping a wicked looking knife into his sleeve. There was work to be done.
He mounted his horse and sped towards the village.
Meanwhile, two swordsmen entered a tavern and sat at the bar. They began bargaining quietly over a large sack that sat on the floor beside one of the men. The sack whimpered and moved occasionally, but everyone seemed to be ignoring it. The man leaned over, and with his one good eye he glanced down into the bag and muttered, "Keep it down Alarik, or I'll feed ya to the dogs." "Sorry, boss," the sack mumbled.
With a nod, the man returned to his business of haggling.
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Post by SianaBlackwood on Jun 6, 2011 7:15:11 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night. The chicken clock chimed twice on midnight, then broke. Frank swore at it, but it made no difference. He put on a raincoat and left the castle, slipping a wicked looking knife into his sleeve. There was work to be done.
He mounted his horse and sped towards the village.
Meanwhile, two swordsmen entered a tavern and sat at the bar. They began bargaining quietly over a large sack that sat on the floor beside one of the men. The sack whimpered and moved occasionally, but everyone seemed to be ignoring it. The man leaned over, and with his one good eye he glanced down into the bag and muttered, "Keep it down Alarik, or I'll feed ya to the dogs." "Sorry, boss," the sack mumbled.
With a nod, the man returned to his business of haggling.
Meanwhile, Frank had just tied his horse up outside the same tavern.
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Post by Flatiron on Jun 7, 2011 15:29:08 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night. The chicken clock chimed twice on midnight, then broke. Frank swore at it, but it made no difference. He put on a raincoat and left the castle, slipping a wicked looking knife into his sleeve. There was work to be done.
He mounted his horse and sped towards the village.
Meanwhile, two swordsmen entered a tavern and sat at the bar. They began bargaining quietly over a large sack that sat on the floor beside one of the men. The sack whimpered and moved occasionally, but everyone seemed to be ignoring it. The man leaned over, and with his one good eye he glanced down into the bag and muttered, "Keep it down Alarik, or I'll feed ya to the dogs." "Sorry, boss," the sack mumbled.
With a nod, the man returned to his business of haggling.
Meanwhile, Frank had just tied his horse up outside the same tavern. He pulled out the knife, looking at the embedded jewels glinting in the torchlight, hoping that this would be enough to trade for the return of Alarik.
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Post by SianaBlackwood on Jun 8, 2011 0:01:25 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night. The chicken clock chimed twice on midnight, then broke. Frank swore at it, but it made no difference. He put on a raincoat and left the castle, slipping a wicked looking knife into his sleeve. There was work to be done.
He mounted his horse and sped towards the village.
Meanwhile, two swordsmen entered a tavern and sat at the bar. They began bargaining quietly over a large sack that sat on the floor beside one of the men. The sack whimpered and moved occasionally, but everyone seemed to be ignoring it. The man leaned over, and with his one good eye he glanced down into the bag and muttered, "Keep it down Alarik, or I'll feed ya to the dogs." "Sorry, boss," the sack mumbled.
With a nod, the man returned to his business of haggling.
Meanwhile, Frank had just tied his horse up outside the same tavern. He pulled out the knife, looking at the embedded jewels glinting in the torchlight, hoping that this would be enough to trade for the return of Alarik. He had no idea that the meeting was a trap.
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