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Arthenia

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Escape from Korresil
Nadila hurried to pull her shirt on. She was dressed in her black leather boots, Black skirt that went to her knees in length, a green long-sleeved tunic, and her red hooded cloak with black trim. Her hair was down. As soon as her metal jeweled head band her mother gave her was on, she was off her feet; Kraid had grabbed her, and jumped across the room to the lift. The moment he leapt, her entire room exploded into fire and rubble from the impact of an unknown siege weapon. Still holding her by the waist, Kraid flew onto the lift, drew one of his swords and cut the chain suspending it.


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Tavern trouble
Nadila and Kraid turned a corner. One more shop she figured she would visit before going back to the castle and all its boredom. Before she entered the door of her favorite book store, she heard a large crash in the nearby tavern. She ran over and looked through the entrance and saw about thirty men, all very large and looking like an assortment of bandits and thugs, surrounding what looked like a 20 year old in thick fur clothing. He had a grizzly beard and a large iron axe on his back. The men all drew their weapons, and their target backed into a table, trying to talk them out of it.  


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Protector Princess Nadila looked out over the vast city of Korresil. From wall to wall, it was easily a hundred miles. The largest human settlement on the continent. Its great walls and larger of the buildings, including the palace, were made of beautiful white-washed stone. There were so many cobbled roads slithering through the thousands of houses, shops, inns, estates, towers, trade centers, getting lost was a guarantee unless you'd walked them for years. And even then, that's only a few of the roads at most. The great crystal river ran straight through the city. The palace had been built like a la
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it seems that we were born for misery, and when we are but too happy, can but die. -Marceline Desborda-Valmore
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NOT.LUPUS!
Symmetrical. S-Y-M-M-E-T-R-I-C-A-L! Do ya understand?
I LOST THE GAME
...wait
Now YOU lost The Game!
P.S. Your shading is pretty dece.
P.S. Your sailor moon drawing is pretty dang awesome
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Spontanious imagination is the life of art. Though ghram crackers always help out a little.
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There are no victories in all our histories without love
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Spontanious imagination is the life of art. Though ghram crackers always help out a little.
and you don't have to reply with a no prob, again.
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"Great Minds have always been violently oppositioned by mediocre minds..."
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