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<blockquote data-quote="hafrogman" data-source="post: 3203615" data-attributes="member: 8858">A lone man stands like an island in the teeming throngs, a stately figure clad in heavy armor, with his hand held lightly over the sword at his side.&nbsp; He has all the bearing and demeanor of a knight, with none of the trappings.&nbsp; His armor is old, and a dull matte; his sword is that of a soldier, well loved, but plain.He holds his head high as he looks upwards towards the gathered birds.&nbsp; He is seemingly oblivious to the crowds as they are forced to flow around him.&nbsp; One ear, however, picks out the rumors and discussion in the town.&nbsp; Doom hangs heavy over this place, and they find themselves in need of heroes.&nbsp; His time has arrived.&nbsp; The people will know the name of Edvik once more.As the town crier makes his announcement, Edvik the Bastard suddenly seems to come to life.&nbsp; Striding deliberately through town, he makes his way to the appointed gathering area.&nbsp; Best to arrive early and be able to observe the competition.&nbsp; As he walks, he passes a merchant whose cart has just spilled melons all over the street.&nbsp; One errant melon rolls free, bouncing on the cobblestones until it is stopped short by Edvik's steel clad boot.&nbsp; He slowly bends down to retrieve the offending fruit, giving a small sneer.&nbsp; He tosses it back to its owner.&quot;You should be more careful with your merchandise.&nbsp; Someone could get hurt.&quot;Then he turns on his heel and resumes his path to the castle gates.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="hafrogman, post: 3203615, member: 8858"] A lone man stands like an island in the teeming throngs, a stately figure clad in heavy armor, with his hand held lightly over the sword at his side. He has all the bearing and demeanor of a knight, with none of the trappings. His armor is old, and a dull matte; his sword is that of a soldier, well loved, but plain. He holds his head high as he looks upwards towards the gathered birds. He is seemingly oblivious to the crowds as they are forced to flow around him. One ear, however, picks out the rumors and discussion in the town. Doom hangs heavy over this place, and they find themselves in need of heroes. His time has arrived. The people will know the name of Edvik once more. As the town crier makes his announcement, Edvik the Bastard suddenly seems to come to life. Striding deliberately through town, he makes his way to the appointed gathering area. Best to arrive early and be able to observe the competition. As he walks, he passes a merchant whose cart has just spilled melons all over the street. One errant melon rolls free, bouncing on the cobblestones until it is stopped short by Edvik's steel clad boot. He slowly bends down to retrieve the offending fruit, giving a small sneer. He tosses it back to its owner. [COLOR=PaleTurquoise]"You should be more careful with your merchandise. Someone could get hurt."[/COLOR] Then he turns on his heel and resumes his path to the castle gates. [/QUOTE]

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