unknown The difference between the soft candle light inside the tavern and the harsh sun light of the outside always makes me spend a few minutes standing in the doorway relearning how to see. I have started coming to this tavern because all the warriors of our side come here when they are in town. I like to be next to them and hear them talk of the war that is going on and the battles that they have won. They make me feel proud to be who I am. More so now I come to watch a priestess. She is a holy healer that sits in a dark corner of thunknown
Going Home Liz's headlights cut through the darkness and allowed her to see only trees and the road which she was driving on. It had been this way for the last two hours and she was starting to fall asleep behind the wheel. The numbers of the clock glowed green and let her know that it was 3:07 am. She caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror. Her cream colored skin and blonde hair was colored a sickly green color and she couldn’t make out the blue-gray color of her eyes. She cursed and began to flip through the channels of the radio in hopes tGoing Home
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Quando omni flunkus moritati. (If all else fails, play dead.) -motto of the Possum Lodge
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