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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


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    [open]  kill the headlights, put it neutral
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    Traveling to the northern most tip of Beqanna is no easy feat. The land itself is such an evolving, ever moving and changing beat in and of itself, not to mention the obstacles between the River and Icicle Isle. He had gotten word that there was a society cooking up under new authority there, such a barren place, no one would ever think it a fruitful place to live. It has to be something mightily interesting, surely, to have any life as gossip. It’s worthy of investigation, he declares, and with that he set out to find the Isle he’s only seen a few times in his twenty something years. 

    As winter recedes from most of Beqanna, the north has yet to see its snows truly melt away. The air is colder, wafting from the snow banks and ice chunks along the thick and well-trodden road. Days of straight travel and little sleep bring him to the doorstep of the Isle. There are various ways to get to it; he goes with a sturdy ice bridge this time around.

    Snow falls sparsely from the fluffed gray clouds drifting quickly overhead, not here to stay. It’s a reminder that this is a different world, coming out of winter at her own pace, if ever. It is not bitter cold like a mid-winter clench, but the winds that roll off the northern tip of the Isle hint that there is frigidness still here on the half-arctic island. 

    His arrival is quiet, but not sneaky. He is large and dark, standing out among all the snow dusted shrubs and rocks. He keeps in the open, looking around for the frost dragon stallion that’s rumored to be ruling here now, and assembling citizens. His ears swivel and his eyes keep to the horizons, every which way, waiting for someone to approach.



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    to the window, to the wall



    @[Leilan] but also anyone at all <3
    he intends to join in the viking fun
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    kill the headlights, put it neutral - by Chemdog - 04-02-2020, 09:15 AM



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