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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bobitron" data-source="post: 2437951" data-attributes="member: 25479">The barbarian works his way through the stevedores and fishermen along the docks of Neefe. The expression on his face displays his slight disgust at the teeming masses and the overwhelming stench, but is is easy to see that his pride will not let him fully show it. He still had the strength and health of a young man in his prime, and might be seen as a twenty year old from a distance, but as one draws closer it becomes evident that both the thinning hair on his head and his unkempt beard are grey with age, and the skin on his weathered face is wrinkled as he approaches a half-century of age. He towers over most men, and his broad shoulders bear the weight of a thick wooden sheild and a heavy, long-handled sword wrapped in what looks to be the skin of a bear or some other large predator. His thick arm clutches a sack filled with his belongings and slung over his left shoulder.Look at this. Who is to say what might of become of my tribe if things had continued? Is the the path we were upon? He sighs audibly, causing a few nervous glances from those nearby. They are sheep in the midst of a cesspool, and they are hardly aware of it. The barbarian thinks back on the pickpocket he had dropped with a single punch earlier that morning. Yet even in this land, there are predators. They strike like snakes from the darkness, but they are to be watched for just the same. I will not be prey. His face turns grim as he thinks back on the fate of his people."Oi there! Looking for passage?"The brash voice interrupts his dark thoughts. A short man stands before him, running a greasy hand through his hair before stretching it out in a request for coin. "Two gold, and it's yours. We leave for Enberton in under an hour."Reaching into his sack, he shuffles through the coinage to find two of the golden discs the lowlanders value so greatly and hands them to the boatman. "I am Kale of the Danugh, last of..." The boatman cuts him short. "Right, right. Get onboard and keep that big blade covered. Last thing I want is a bunch of scarred passengers."Kale boards the boat and takes a seat. Perhaps in the city I shall find my new place in this world. I grow weary of walking these lands without a purpose...<img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/Bobitron/barg01_1cropped.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></blockquote>

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