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<blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 440477" data-attributes="member: 2292">Sunday, August 13th, 518 AFIt's been a long, tired treck from Petrav to Hommlet, and the constantly overcast sky hasn't helped lighten anyone's mood.&nbsp; As they walk the rough paths that link the small town to the coastline metropolise, already one of the vetrans has a sinking feeling about their &quot;reward.&quot;Durhon sniff's the air as Hommlet comes in sight.&quot;Smells bad,&quot; he grunts.&nbsp; Warwind raises an eyebrow at the dwarf's comment, holding his breath against the dwarf's unwashed odor.&quot;It look's peaceful,&quot; Taranos tells him.&nbsp; &quot;That looks good enough for me.&nbsp; It'll be nice to sleep without worrying a troll's going to spring upside my bead.&quot;&quot;Looks dull,&quot; Durhon counters.&nbsp; He burps loudly at Taranos before he can make any counter-claim.The threatening clouds turn ugly as they arrive in town.&nbsp; They hang low and heavy in the sky, the smell and expectation of coming rain filling the air.&nbsp; Yip is scampering off the moment they hit town, his brown-robed form skittering through the wide streets in search of his new home.&nbsp; He follows the direction on his deed to a small hut near the outskirts of town, a good three or four dozen yards from the closest buildings and a stone's throw from the small stream.&nbsp; His nostrils flare as he looks it over.&nbsp; It's a ramshackle building, slightly larger than he's used too.&nbsp; He rummages around inside, examinging the dirt floor and the gaps between walls and roofing boards.&nbsp; It seems exposed to the young kobold, bred to wage battle in the tight knocks and crannies of a goblin lair.&nbsp; The absence of his brother monks just makes the hut seem more foriegn.&nbsp; Yip shakes his head and heads down to the stream to collect rocks.&nbsp; The dwelling may be crude, but he's slept in worse during the war.&nbsp;&nbsp; After collecting a score of small stones, he sets them down on the ground in the pattern his master taught him and settles down to meditate.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="arwink, post: 440477, member: 2292"] Sunday, August 13th, 518 AF It's been a long, tired treck from Petrav to Hommlet, and the constantly overcast sky hasn't helped lighten anyone's mood. As they walk the rough paths that link the small town to the coastline metropolise, already one of the vetrans has a sinking feeling about their "reward." Durhon sniff's the air as Hommlet comes in sight. "Smells bad," he grunts. Warwind raises an eyebrow at the dwarf's comment, holding his breath against the dwarf's unwashed odor. "It look's peaceful," Taranos tells him. "That looks good enough for me. It'll be nice to sleep without worrying a troll's going to spring upside my bead." "Looks dull," Durhon counters. He burps loudly at Taranos before he can make any counter-claim. The threatening clouds turn ugly as they arrive in town. They hang low and heavy in the sky, the smell and expectation of coming rain filling the air. Yip is scampering off the moment they hit town, his brown-robed form skittering through the wide streets in search of his new home. He follows the direction on his deed to a small hut near the outskirts of town, a good three or four dozen yards from the closest buildings and a stone's throw from the small stream. His nostrils flare as he looks it over. It's a ramshackle building, slightly larger than he's used too. He rummages around inside, examinging the dirt floor and the gaps between walls and roofing boards. It seems exposed to the young kobold, bred to wage battle in the tight knocks and crannies of a goblin lair. The absence of his brother monks just makes the hut seem more foriegn. Yip shakes his head and heads down to the stream to collect rocks. The dwelling may be crude, but he's slept in worse during the war. After collecting a score of small stones, he sets them down on the ground in the pattern his master taught him and settles down to meditate. [/QUOTE]

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