H130, Day 234, 4 AP (Hadrian)

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exile
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H130, Day 234, 4 AP (Hadrian) Jul 13, 2008 21:35:15 GMT -5

Post by exile on Jul 13, 2008 21:35:15 GMT -5

“Alright, Ach’ler, no need to get fired up,” Hadrian held up his hands defensively as he spoke. “I’ve a way you can balance your books by nightfall, friend. Two of our number suffered a Vargouille’s kiss this afternoon. With no way of knowing if they’ve contracted the curse, we’ve been forced to assume the worst and seek treatment. If you can deliver the cure, basher, I’d consider your debts paid in full.”

And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

- Some prime berk who tumbled to the dark of things

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H130, Day 234, 4 AP (Hadrian) Jul 18, 2008 19:58:44 GMT -5

Post by Stix on Jul 18, 2008 19:58:44 GMT -5

Ach'ler is given pause by the proposition, looking from Hadrian to each member of his entourage in turn, then back again. "It'll be done. Follow me." He turns on his heel to set off deeper into the Hive Ward.

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