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Tales of Remnant3
"I feel ridiculous!" yelled Oltir pulling at his clothes, that were a tad bit too big for him ,trying to make it look decent. The green tunic's sleeves were long as his brown breeches where loose as he tried to roll them up which made them look more foolish. It had been only an hour since they had left from the inn and already the scribe was getting on their last nerves complaining that his wardrobe was annoying.
"Then stop pulling at it then." said Clain looking over his shoulder at the man who rode behind him. Orginally the scribe was on his own horse but that all changed when the horse knowing that he had no idea what he was doing kept eating the grass. When Clain tried to help by telling him pull on the reins the horse bolted leaving Oltir screaming like a girl. Now the horse's reins were in Ryver's hands as he guided his horse through the wilderness. The paved streets were gone as dirt rodes took there place. Houses began to disapear with each step turn
Tales of Remnant2
The scribe had slept wonderful until his blankets were rudely stripped away from him. His eyes jerked open as he fumbled in the pitch black to find a candle and light it. When he finally did, two figures stood both in black with hoods covering their faces. The scribe went to scream when a hand went over his mouth non to gently. "I heard you were looking for us, why?" said the taller of the two. The hand was quickly removed being swallowed by shadows as the scribe began speaking.
"You're Remnant?" he asked in disbeleif then he blurted out. "You couldn't have found a better time to visit me than-" he was cut off when the hand came over his mouth muffiling his venting.
"Vent later, why are you searching for us?" demanded the second in a low and dangerous tone.
"Mmmhmmm." came a muffled answer. Again the hand was removed. "I need help entering the Library of Tomes." he said breathing in air.
"That's it? There are tons of libraries here why dont you visit them instead?" repl
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As the sun sank beneath the horizon, inns roared to life as weary travelers roamed in looking for a warm meal and a soft bed to relax in. Others were there after a long exhausting day of harsh work; others where men ignoring the idea of returning home to where their nagging wives waited. They gathered like moths to light as they huddled around the crackling fire either sitting in booths or round tables soaking in its warmth as it was a chilling night. Barmaids ranged from seventeen to early twenties, rushed around like chickens without heads. They made their way through the maze of men taking orders and filling up mugs.
A man in his early twenties sat at a back table admiring the sight before him, never had he seen such a sight. Men dressed in simple greens and browns. At seeing them he realized he was a bit over dressed, as he wore his white scribe's robe that went down to his ankles. A leather belt coiled itself around his slender waist. He silently cursed himself for h
MercyIn your hand is a blade
In front of you someone kneels
This person has lied, stole and cheated you
You carry a weapon to
End it all
I know this person does not deserve it
But show them Mercy
I am not blind to what happened
It's common for revenge
But I beg of you
Stay your blade
Stay your blade from their flesh
This person has already dirtied their blade
Ending them would not only soil your blade
But your honor
You become worse than them
However if you show them Mercy
Maybe they will question them self
Change will happen
SummerA breeze of relief
that you are free from
the bonds of the world
No more piles of work
All seems to waste away
The waves of homework
turn to rolling blue waves
that sparkle underneath
the Sumer sun
Just a breeze of Freedom
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