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Lorem trudges onwards panting heavily. After his aching legs tell him to stop, he leans against a tree and takes in the scenery all around him. His falcata still is still held limply at his side. "Hey! Peregard!" the crow man huffs out. "What's the mission? Open it up and read it." Lorem...

"More arrows than I have fingers," Lorem mused but for a moment before bringing forth his Falcata once more. He had no intention of fighting being outnumbered as they were. His eyes were already focused north on his escape, but he wouldn't mind a crimson polish on his blade should they encounter...

The crow man sat on the ground whistling a merry tune as he sharpened his falcata to a keen edge. It was a daily routine and he had been keeping his body in as good a condition as his sword. Lorem was a mercenary by trade and had found himself not above taking jobs on the side to keep in...