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       Re: The Inferneious Islands +Dragons Broken Home+
   DIR By: DonaldWethington
       Date: January 2, 2015, 9:47 am
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       Very few had seen the cold knight in the homelands for some
       time, for he was almost always up in the frozen alps. Orion
       would finally step into the main city for the first time in
       years this morning. His chill almost felt by all residence like
       a cold wind that swept through the warm lands. He looked over
       every one of his kind with a soft smile. Home hadn't been so
       beautiful to him since his stake outs. His dark eyes looking
       around the city for the nearest blacksmith. His armor finally
       gave out to the weather and he would need repairs. This would be
       the first time citizens would see his tattoo's and scars from
       battle.
       He found the royal blacksmith and gave him both sets of his
       armor, asking for him to repair them completely. "I need these
       to be done today. I never leave my post for to long. Plus it is
       too warm here for my tastes. When it is done, send message to
       the bar 'Feathered Dragon' I will be playing my music there." He
       would drop down 5000 gold pieces and walk out of the store.
       Heading to the bar where his instruments were.
       As he walked into the bar, he would quickly get his gin and
       lemonade before walking over to his violin and prepping it. His
       sax was pure silver and ready to play at any moment. He was
       feeling the blues and soft sympathies today. He would grab the
       microphone and look to all the people in the bar. With a soft
       chill in his voice, "This one is about falling asleep and waking
       up in paradise."  He would pick up his violin and begin playing
       a soft slow piece. Letting his soul pour out into the music.
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