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<blockquote data-quote="Ashy" data-source="post: 1767138" data-attributes="member: 312">&quot;'Fickle's Favor 'pon ya, Xerxes...&nbsp; Now tha' last question is a easy, but th' second one is a bit tougher ta answer.&nbsp; Ya see, we're all native to th' Forge. We're not seeds, such as yaself.&nbsp; I was born to the Clan Klannuch to th' south o' 'ere, atop a string o' mountains known as Frost's Teeth, just inside da border of Th' Vault.&quot;&nbsp; Isror strokes his chin, as well as the few scragly white whiskers that grow there; his eyes gain a distant look for a moment.&nbsp; &quot;My, my, if I'd only know then wha' I know now, I'd never left them windswept crags...&quot;&nbsp; He shakes his horned head slightly, as if clearing away the cobwebs of memory from a former life.&quot;Qyt'tyl here-&quot;, at which point the massive insect tilts its head slightly, &quot;-I believe is from Gloomskein.&nbsp; Though most folk'll tell ya 'at place don't exist.&nbsp; An' my dear Yana...&quot;, the ram-man looks over to his betrothed with a fond smile on his features.&nbsp; &quot;Was born in th' slave pits of th' 'Asherake himself.&quot;&nbsp; Isror spits, as does Qyt'tyl (as if mimicking the ram-creature).&nbsp; &quot;She's never seen tha borders of Arena, tho' she will, or by my blood...&quot;Again the ram-creature has to reign in his emotions, but then, gripping one balled fist in the other hand, he continues.&nbsp; &quot;That city, eh?&nbsp; Well, that'd be Meheloas Harbor.&nbsp; I guess you would'a seen that while ya were a'floatin' about, eh?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Ashy, post: 1767138, member: 312"] [COLOR=Sienna]"'Fickle's Favor 'pon ya, Xerxes... Now tha' last question is a easy, but th' second one is a bit tougher ta answer. Ya see, we're all native to th' Forge. We're not seeds, such as yaself. I was born to the Clan Klannuch to th' south o' 'ere, atop a string o' mountains known as Frost's Teeth, just inside da border of Th' Vault."[/COLOR] Isror strokes his chin, as well as the few scragly white whiskers that grow there; his eyes gain a distant look for a moment. [COLOR=Sienna]"My, my, if I'd only know then wha' I know now, I'd never left them windswept crags..."[/COLOR] He shakes his horned head slightly, as if clearing away the cobwebs of memory from a former life. [COLOR=Sienna]"Qyt'tyl here-"[/COLOR], at which point the massive insect tilts its head slightly, [COLOR=Sienna]"-I believe is from Gloomskein. Though most folk'll tell ya 'at place don't exist. An' my dear Yana..."[/COLOR], the ram-man looks over to his betrothed with a fond smile on his features. [COLOR=Sienna]"Was born in th' slave pits of th' 'Asherake himself."[/COLOR] Isror spits, as does Qyt'tyl (as if mimicking the ram-creature). [COLOR=Sienna]"She's never seen tha borders of Arena, tho' she will, or by my blood..."[/COLOR] Again the ram-creature has to reign in his emotions, but then, gripping one balled fist in the other hand, he continues. [COLOR=Sienna]"That city, eh? Well, that'd be Meheloas Harbor. I guess you would'a seen that while ya were a'floatin' about, eh?"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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