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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dirigible" data-source="post: 1102259" data-attributes="member: 12631">Welcome, ladies, gentlemen, and miscellanious goblinoids. Now, this is my first story hour, so I'll be trying to figure out a style that works for it. In future updates, I may post full character write-ups, so chime if you'd like to see this, of if you have any questions at all.     -     -     -    Coel walked easily through the Caraheen undergrowth, here stepping around a thorny bush, there swinging over an ankle-breaking gully from an overhanging branch. Mere hours ago, his normal routine of searching for orc-spoor had been interrupted by a soldier from the camp, sent to find him. "Report to commander Banedren" was about the only useful thing the man had said.The thick, light-speckled canopy suddenly gave way to sky, overcast and grey-dim even as it neared noon. The refugee camp lay in a very shallow, wide depression in the forest bisected by a small stream whoch trickled muddily out east, laden with the effluent of the settlement. It was a roughly oval collection of dismal hovels, thatch, sod and wooden buildings that crouched along the banks of the stream that served as water source, laundry, toilet and major obstacle along the 'road' that ran through the camp. Smoke curled up from a handful of fires where the refugees, mostly Erenlanders who fled the occupation of their homeland to come and eke out a living under the aegis of the Caransil, cooked their meals together.Coel stalked down form the wood's edge towards the nearest gate in the wooden palisade. Gate may have been too strong a term. 'Bale of branches, leaves and hay strung with rope between two wooden stakes' might have been more appropriate. At this particular gate, a lone guard stood. A young man, sandy haired, dressed in tattered, muddy wool and leaning against the sharpened pole that served as a makeshift spear, stared off into space, day dreaming.Coel stoped a few feet in front of the man, waiting. The other didn't even seem to notice him; the woefully inadequate guard continued to stare unfocusedly up at the trees. After a few moments, Coel's gossamer patience ran thin."Planning to move ?" He growled, glowering at the dopey guard.With a start, the young man almost lept off the ground, his grip on the wooden spear slipping so that it almost fell out of his hands. Stumblng and fumbling, he managed to catch it before giving Coel a wide eyed stare."Huh-uh? AHHHRGH ! ORCS ! TO ARMS !"</blockquote>

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