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<blockquote data-quote="Deskjob" data-source="post: 5160144" data-attributes="member: 84205">Marko...ElsewhereHe was chopping wood outside as the day carried on.&nbsp; Haha, the young man enjoyed visiting relatives in the winter, mostly because their where less chores to be asked of him.&nbsp; But this always happened and he was truly happy to be of help to the poor family.He had dark-hair, a clean jaw, and was busy with his work.&nbsp; Each stroke of his axe fell swiftly, with precision, as if it had been made with his father's sword.&nbsp; His strong face squinted as the beads of sweat mixed with his hawk-like eyes.&nbsp; His wife had loved his piercing green eyes.&nbsp; She had said she felt safest when he looked at her like that.&nbsp; As if he could see right through her.But she was gone now.&nbsp; He was alone again.&nbsp; The brave shoeman Marko off to join the warrior's ranks for glory and honor.&nbsp; He didn't quite believe it himself really.&nbsp; He was just glad to be away from home for awhile.&nbsp; A long vacation from which there is no return.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; He would make it through this conflict and return home, safe and sound.&nbsp; He promised his family nothing less.Marko was resting when he heard the sound of a rider approaching.&nbsp; His relatives weren't home at the moment either.&nbsp; So, it was the job of a shoeman to take upon himself yet another task.&nbsp; He would go and greet the visitor.&nbsp; He recognized the rider, Robet.&nbsp; He had come to fetch Marko to the wayhouse on a task of importance.Marko left a note for his distant family as he gathered his belongings.&nbsp; Together with Robet they would make haste to the wayhouse.&nbsp; Once again, he was leaving his past behind.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Deskjob, post: 5160144, member: 84205"] [b]Marko[/b] [B]...Elsewhere[/B] He was chopping wood outside as the day carried on. Haha, the young man enjoyed visiting relatives in the winter, mostly because their where less chores to be asked of him. But this always happened and he was truly happy to be of help to the poor family. He had dark-hair, a clean jaw, and was busy with his work. Each stroke of his axe fell swiftly, with precision, as if it had been made with his father's sword. His strong face squinted as the beads of sweat mixed with his hawk-like eyes. His wife had loved his piercing green eyes. She had said she felt safest when he looked at her like that. As if he could see right through her. But she was gone now. He was alone again. The brave shoeman Marko off to join the warrior's ranks for glory and honor. He didn't quite believe it himself really. He was just glad to be away from home for awhile. A long vacation from which there is no return. No. He would make it through this conflict and return home, safe and sound. He promised his family nothing less. Marko was resting when he heard the sound of a rider approaching. His relatives weren't home at the moment either. So, it was the job of a shoeman to take upon himself yet another task. He would go and greet the visitor. He recognized the rider, Robet. He had come to fetch Marko to the wayhouse on a task of importance. Marko left a note for his distant family as he gathered his belongings. Together with Robet they would make haste to the wayhouse. Once again, he was leaving his past behind. [/QUOTE]

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