Václac used to be the man who always was on the edge; Quite stressed and jumpy, especially before his first hunt. We laughed and joked merrily about it, and readied ourselves while making sure jokes and jests were in place. The time to begin finally arrived.- He appeared to be in a maddening, primeval state of fear. Hunts are good sport, I thought to myself as I pulled back the string on my crossbow, and set the first bolt in. He too acted out in the same way, unknowing of the oncoming.
I myself never used to be a tall man. In fact, my height is quite average and everyone seem to be an inch or two taller than poor me. Anyhow, the small group of five which the local elite chose had to wander into the night, and retrieve a pair of fangs; One pair for each of us.
So we set out as soon as night fell, knowing that this was our final test. Not simply to respect our predecessors, but to gain the thrill which courses through every living being on this Island. For traditions bind all of us.- Customs which secured our lives for decades, perhaps centuries.
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Václac used to be the man who always sought for the quickest end, both for himself and that wretch his ma' became. Saj... To this day I lament the sight. Once together, then against each one another in life. That day, they joined via pact of steel and bluesteel... A singular shot it all took... to pin him and the one to a wall, for he nodded that was all he ever sought for. Not for cure, but peace of mind and soul, so they could join the Spirit as Ailor.
I myself never used to be a tall man. In fact, my height is quite average and everyone seem to be an inch or two taller than poor me. Anyhow, the small group of five which the local elite chose had to wander into the night, and retrieve a pair of fangs; One pair for each of us.
So we set out as soon as night fell, knowing that this was our final test. Not simply to respect our predecessors, but to gain the thrill which courses through every living being on this Island. For traditions bind all of us.- Customs which secured our lives for decades, perhaps centuries.
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Václac used to be the man who always sought for the quickest end, both for himself and that wretch his ma' became. Saj... To this day I lament the sight. Once together, then against each one another in life. That day, they joined via pact of steel and bluesteel... A singular shot it all took... to pin him and the one to a wall, for he nodded that was all he ever sought for. Not for cure, but peace of mind and soul, so they could join the Spirit as Ailor.
Remembrance, penance, faith. We still have much weight to carry, brethren.
Lazares Tirgunni Aquincacum
Lazares Tirgunni Aquincacum
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