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<blockquote data-quote="Deskjob" data-source="post: 5192149" data-attributes="member: 84205">Marko, Second CousinsElsewhere...&quot;Oh?..&quot;&nbsp; He blushed at the sudden and unfamiliar question.&nbsp; Marko placed his horse back in the stable and closed the wooden fence.&nbsp; He leaned his heavy shoulders against the dried wood and sighed, &quot;I have been away.&nbsp; Serving Lord Valorn at Harkon.&nbsp; I returned to bring you your horse.&nbsp; I regret to have need of it without telling you.&quot;&nbsp; He spoke honestly with his cousin.&nbsp; The dark-haired young man was truly sorry for having borrowed such expensive property.&nbsp; While he knew his family would not be offended, it was bad manners none-the-less.&quot;Forgive me cousin.&quot;&nbsp; He moved his hand to stop the coming reply,&nbsp; &quot;...No.&nbsp; Not for the horse.&nbsp; For my leaving you so soon.&nbsp; My duty has finally found me it seems.&quot;&nbsp; He was heavy with the news,&nbsp; &quot;Cousin, an attack upon this lands falls swiftly.&nbsp; So swiftly, I fear for your safety.&nbsp; Lord Valorn is preparing for an attack.&nbsp; An attack that will strike here by nightfall tomorrow.&nbsp; Please cousin!&nbsp; Do not stay.&quot;&nbsp; He pleaded with his family member,&nbsp; &quot;...Do not remain here within the walls.&nbsp; Take the others and journey the river.&nbsp; Tonight!&nbsp; Make all haste for safety.&nbsp; You must trust me.&quot;&nbsp; Marko shook his cousin upon the shoulders,&nbsp; &quot;I have tended to this home for too short a time to see it empty now.&nbsp; You must do this.&nbsp; Please.&nbsp; I will not suffer another minute while you are in danger.&quot;His pleading, was of a man who had lost everything.&nbsp; Marko had lost his wife and his life not so long ago.&nbsp; To see his cousins brought upon by war would be too much.&nbsp; Too much for his worn heart to handle.&nbsp; They must escape.&nbsp; They must flee the coming struggle, if only to return at a later time.&nbsp; He would do what he could to help them pack and prepare.&nbsp; Once he was finished he would return to Harkon.&nbsp; Perhaps.., perhaps for his final meal.&nbsp; &quot;May Cambi protect them...&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Deskjob, post: 5192149, member: 84205"] [b]Marko, Second Cousins[/b] [B]Elsewhere...[/B] [COLOR="Olive"]"Oh?.."[/COLOR] He blushed at the sudden and unfamiliar question. Marko placed his horse back in the stable and closed the wooden fence. He leaned his heavy shoulders against the dried wood and sighed, [COLOR="Olive"]"I have been away. Serving Lord Valorn at Harkon. I returned to bring you your horse. I regret to have need of it without telling you."[/COLOR] He spoke honestly with his cousin. The dark-haired young man was truly sorry for having borrowed such expensive property. While he knew his family would not be offended, it was bad manners none-the-less. [COLOR="Olive"]"Forgive me cousin."[/COLOR] He moved his hand to stop the coming reply, [COLOR="Olive"]"...No. Not for the horse. For my leaving you so soon. My duty has finally found me it seems."[/COLOR] He was heavy with the news, [COLOR="Olive"]"Cousin, an attack upon this lands falls swiftly. So swiftly, I fear for your safety. Lord Valorn is preparing for an attack. An attack that will strike here by nightfall tomorrow. Please cousin! Do not stay."[/COLOR] He pleaded with his family member, [COLOR="Olive"]"...Do not remain here within the walls. Take the others and journey the river. Tonight! Make all haste for safety. You must trust me."[/COLOR] Marko shook his cousin upon the shoulders, [COLOR="Olive"]"I have tended to this home for too short a time to see it empty now. You must do this. Please. I will not suffer another minute while you are in danger."[/COLOR] His pleading, was of a man who had lost everything. Marko had lost his wife and his life not so long ago. To see his cousins brought upon by war would be too much. Too much for his worn heart to handle. They must escape. They must flee the coming struggle, if only to return at a later time. He would do what he could to help them pack and prepare. Once he was finished he would return to Harkon. Perhaps.., perhaps for his final meal. [COLOR="Olive"]"May [I]Cambi[/I] protect them..."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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