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Post by Kiros Verilant on Dec 31, 2006 2:00:46 GMT -4
((Here you go))
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Post by Lyra Fang on Jan 8, 2007 20:20:56 GMT -4
The entire ship hung in the air, unaffected by the cold wind that blew across her. There was a portal just above her, requiring nothing but for someone to whistle a jaunty tune.
"So 'ere t' cap'n?" Lyra asked, watching the two new mercenaries on the deck.
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Post by Kiros Verilant on Jan 9, 2007 12:55:28 GMT -4
Kiros strode across the deck of the airship, taking a look, and making mental notes of all the areas that could provide a tactical advantage in a fight. After a bit, he went to the mast, and quickly scrambled up into the rigging, almost falling at one point, but for the most part seeming comfortable with it. He moved low enough that he could be adressed by the captain easily if need be.
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