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PostPosted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 5:26 am
by Serpent Axis
The empty shadows drift across the floor of the exposed room as the sun's rays slowly drive them off into the corners. A scale mail rests in one such a darkened corner, on top of it is the morningstar - thirsty for battle, still. A backpack lies against the wall near them.

The tools look towards the old wooden stairs and patiently await their master to return and wear them once more. For now, silence fills the empty house as its residents wait - wishing the hear once more the midnight prayers and morning training routine...

((OOC: my character is frozen until unknown time))