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Posted: **Sun Jun 17, 2007 9:38 pm**

((Open RP))

Meragrin Bramblebuck continued as usual to work in the mine to the North of the Grey rose. He occasionaly stopped for a small drink of cider then stumbled his way over the grass to his destination. After a short while, the Halfling stopped to rest at a small bend in the road. He breathed heavily as he caught his breath and then began to take a sip from hid cider bottle again. He filled his long pipe with tobbaco and lit it, aftger taking a long draw he continued on his way on the twisted path. Only a moment later he heard the sound of someone whistleing a slow and melancolly tune. He stopped for a moment to see where the sound was coming from...........

Posted: **Mon Jun 18, 2007 5:30 pm**

a second later, a man appeared from around the bend in the road. He wore a pot helmet, leather hunting armor and short leather legs. In his right hand he carried a horn and in his left a long Snake sword which he was using as a walking stick. Upon seeing the Halfling, he stopped. There was a moment of silence then Meragrin spoke, "Greetings sir, it is a fine day is it not?" The man shrugged his shoulders and grinned a little under his helmet. "I suppose it is little fellow." The halfling smiled to the man and carried on up the road. just as he was about to pass the man, he was stopped by the blow from a snake sword upon his chest. "Where do you think you are going," the man growled...........

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