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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Joker" data-source="post: 5777995" data-attributes="member: 6674973">As Kyrus stood over the open grave of his old friend, he couldn’t help but fight back tears. He knew he should go up and say a few words, but he knew he would just end up a blubbering idiot. Instead he kept silent as the others made there own speech about how they knew him.  As the casket was lowered, he reached into one of his inner pockets and pulled a beautiful multilayered flower with deep blue petals and a light pink center. It was a lycdon flower, a rare herb, that professor taught him all about. How to harvest, how to store, how to distill, what properties it had, how to get other properties, what’s safe to mix with it, what isn’t. The man was a genius. With a single tear, he dropped it down into the open grave as both a sign of respect and an inside remark of how much he owed the man.After the process was over and he had regained his composure, they where all approached by his daughter. He knew her as Kendra. He was ashamed to admit he had feelings for her, but she never found out so he simply hid it in his heart, like words in a page of a book. When she invited them all over to her place for drinks, Kyrus only nodded and silently followed, but hesitated when they left the cemetery. He was so moved by the precession that he had forgotten all about his chest of things. Looking around the group he was with, he poked the shoulder of the massive half-ork who introduced himself as Gor during the bit with the thugs. “Excuse me sir, I hate to be a bother, but I need help with my possessions. As you can see, I do not have the strength to carry them. Could you help me, kind sir?”[sblock] this will be quick, then me and gor can skip to the house [/sblock]</blockquote>

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