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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Joker" data-source="post: 5766363" data-attributes="member: 6674973">Kyrus silvers<a href="http://www.google.ca/imgres?q=jace&um=1&hl=en&safe=off&sa=N&rlz=1C1CHKZ_enCA436CA436&biw=1280&bih=605&tbm=isch&tbnid=v3xib6_6HsBtKM:&imgrefurl=http://www.gaiaonline.com/profiles/jace-beleren-the-walker/14037829/&docid=HeDzFuiIjxyIYM&imgurl=http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/1aee3867445f497d502656731dbcc5ab/http://www.wizards.com/magic/images/mtgcom/fcpics/taste/db7_JaceHeadshot.jpg&w=670&h=948&ei=xs4AT_3qJsLW0QHK6PS-Ag&zoom=1" target="_blank">Kyrus</a>’s eyes scanned over the letter over and over. He had hoped that the bumpy carriage ride he had taken here from Gaafrin had screwed up his sight and he was reading it wrong, but that was impossible as he had read it when he had received it and he was in his stall, on solid ground. He could hardly believe it, even when it rested in front of his eyes. The man who had influenced his life so much had truly fallen. Kyrus leaned back, stuffing the letter into a inside pocket before letting his arms take up the entire seat and crossing his legs. It seemed just like yesterday he was asking him for alchemical components and adviceBut Kyrus had spent so much time reminiscing he hadn’t heart the bustle of village life and was only roused from his thoughts by the drivers yell and the thump of the strongman he had hired. “We are here, milord!” Kyrus pulled his hood up, and grabbed his travel spellbook off the seat next to him, which he had been studying on the way, and looked out the window. This town was known to him. His memory often failed him, but he knew this town as Revengro: the town of chains. He looked back at the driver and politely reminded the driver where he was headed. “The cemetery please, and hurry.” His voice was calm, regal and alluring, like warm silk. The man only nodded. As he flipped threw his book, he couldn’t help but get lost in his studies, a rather annoying habit he had. When he looked up, he had arrived.As the carriage came to a halt, Kyrus stepped out of the carriage, placing the spellbook back in a large leather caring case on his right hip as he made his way to the back where his belongings where and simply flipped the man the last silver he owed him and another to the strong man. The robust man barely managed to lifted the heavy, redwood trunk off the back of the carriage and placed it by the side of the road. “Are you sure its going to be ok here?” the man asked in a gruff tone. Kyrus smiled his trademark playful grin and nodded. “Anyone who can lift that, drags it off without me noticing, and then gets the locks open, deserves what’s inside.”  He waved good day to the men as they departed and he made his way inside.As he arrived on the scene, he saw the casket was already being hosted onto some pallbearers shoulders, and decided to instead silently follow behind. As he made his way to his position he hesatated when he saw the most peculiar thing, or rather, two. “catfolk?” he thought, but remained silent. Deciding that this wasn’t the time or the place for a scientific study, he made sure to question them later and turned his mind to his surroundings. As he looked at the insultingly small crowed filled with sad faces, a tear welled up in his eye. This man had indeed changed his life but whenever he was at a funeral, it reminded him how he wasn’t there for his own parents. Looking at the casket, he whispered, “Goodbye my friend. May infernos guide your soulfire back to the everflame.”</blockquote>

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