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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Swashbuckler" data-source="post: 1096187" data-attributes="member: 12190">I ... have ... returned! <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />Kal had run along and caught up with everyone else, the telling plumes of smoke coming from his town causing him to completely disregard the incident at the farm.Arriving in town with the others, he finally caught sight of his parents. Seeing them in the hands of the orcs made his blood boil! He reflexively grasped his mace tight ... but then he understood he'd be condemning not only himself, indeed, not only himself and his family, but the whole town to death if he attacked the orcs.The legate was bantering and posturing and accusing someone in town of magic-use.  It was a fair-sized town, so Kal didn't rule out that someone there might be practiced in that art. He just couldn't believe that this was happening.With one last glance to his parents, who were both being held while they searched the shop and forge, Kal turned to look at Choric, his official 'boss'.  The look on Kal's face spoke volumes without a word; if it came down to it, he'd do his part to kill every last stinking servant of the Shadow that was here.Looking back to the legates and their animal companions, he listened to their words with apprehension, but not fear.  These were some of the most vile, fiendish men that had ever lived.  To sign on and honestly serve the Shadow ... A cold shiver ran down Kal's spine. Twisted and evil ... someone, one day, has got to do something about it! Kal's emotions fumed inside, but outwardly, he appreared calm. Maybe that someone should be me.He bode his time, keeping his mace handy, and staying close to Choric, just in case something broke out.  He also kept a close eye on the events traspiring at the Blacksmithy, where his parents were being searched, as was their home ...-----------------------------------------OoC: Apologies ... the site ran like a dinosaur last night when I tried posting.  It never showed my message, so I tried re-posting it, etc.Now, of course, it won't allow me to 'delete' the extra messages!  <insert massive grumbling></blockquote>

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