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Post by King Thedriol on Jan 8, 2006 18:40:50 GMT
A vast lake can be found at a good distance's walk from the Castle. Here are boats carved to resemble the elegant swan that all are free to use. Glide out onto the crystal-clear lake to drift aimlessly in the centre of a glassy pool... |
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Post by Kuna on Feb 15, 2006 16:28:01 GMT
Kuna steped lightly into the swan shaped boat. It wobbled slightly but as she sat down it flattened out. She could sit for hours out in the middle of the lake. It felt so tranquil and to her was a place of peace. She dipped her hand into the cool water and was delighted to see some fish swim up strongly to her hand as if she was offering food to a tame pet. She withdrew her hand and dried it. When the fish left she replaced her hand and with her finger drew patterns in the water. She sighed and waited patiently for her father.
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Post by theprophet on May 11, 2006 22:57:18 GMT
Cody had finally made to the castle grounds days of traveling, sleepless nights. He wondered how he had survived this long. Escaping from the island he was born on wasn't easy. Cody ran his gloved hand through his hair. The whole land, the Golden Lands were beautiful. Very different from the rocky crevice he once called home. He notices a beautiful pond, as he is thristy. He takes off his gloves and notices some the most beautiful coy fish he has ever seen. He takes a breath of the frangant air. It sure doens't smell like his wartorn home. He is relieved. He dips his glowing hands into the water and notices how the fish rush towards his hands. He lets them gently run in between his hands. Then he brings the water up to his mouth and drinks. He closes his eyes just for a second. Then he opens and notices a beautiful girl floating on a swan boat. He quickly puts his gloves on trying not to look any more strange then he already does. Its not easy being forgein. He smiles and notices she is royalty. He takes a bow.
"I am sorry milady. Please forgive my rudeness. My name is Cody Evans last son of the Chieftain of the Tribe of Colussos."
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Post by theprophet on May 11, 2006 23:41:22 GMT
He then watches as she gives a polite nod and enters the castle. He smiles as he runs his hands through his white hair. He turns makes sure his armor is polished and makes his way to the front door. The guards take notice of the rather large young man and his large Long Sword hung across his back. He smiles and greets the guards warmly. He then enters the door and makes his way directly to the ball.
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