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Galen · 10-13-2005, 11:06 PM

Timelines were a fickle thing, ever changing, never remaining as it was. How could it? As many humans had speculated, if a butterfly were to beat its wings, a hurricane would blow harshly on the other side of the world. The Chaos effect, a radical theory, unpredictable in design. Unpredictable also, was the dissappearance of the armored one. Though of course, none in the group seemed to have noticed; it is what happens when time shifts, and the fate of two men are realigned. They no longer remembered him, had no longer any memory of his passing. A gateway did open, however, for a new straddler in the turmoil that swet all worlds, all universes, and all beyond.

A thud and a dull clang, followed soon after by a series of dwarven curses, including a very prominent 'Orc kissin' gnome-licker!', came to their ears, a ways away. Though the piles of trash were somewhat large, the smaller clefts could not hide the rather hefty looking weapon sticking out from the earth, completely unremarkable in design. A boy, seemingly no more than eighteen, rubbed his ribs disconcertingly, getting uneasilly to his feet. Kicking the sword -- nearly twice the boy's length, and most acertaedly twice his width, the blade was planted deep enough in the ground though it had only fallen from a small height, -- and cursing as he rubbed his foot. "The next time we be fallin' from a hole in th' ground, I'll be putting ye under me." He muttered, waggling a finger at his weapon. Slender in appearance, he seemed almost an elf, but the green tinge to his temples, and the green ridges on his pointed ears told otherwise. Some would think that it was a dwarf in an elf's body by the accent, a strange occurence indeed.

A golden bracer, etched with many different letterings all across its flat surface, glimmered softly as a hand went to the hilt, gripping hard as he tugged the clumsy weapon out from the earth. Dusting off the tip of the sword, the 'elf' shouldered his weapon, appearing not to have any problem lifting the thing. His eyes caught sight of something, people, walking in a loosely formed group not far from his own position. "Aye, that'd be a good place tae start if any."

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Galen Member Join Date: Mar 2001 Location: I'd rather appreciate if nobody knew that right now. <.< Gender: Posts: 1,794 Thanks: 1 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts Points: 2,949.68 Bank: 520.20 Total Points: 3,469.88 Donate	Timelines were a fickle thing, ever changing, never remaining as it was. How could it? As many humans had speculated, if a butterfly were to beat its wings, a hurricane would blow harshly on the other side of the world. The Chaos effect, a radical theory, unpredictable in design. Unpredictable also, was the dissappearance of the armored one. Though of course, none in the group seemed to have noticed; it is what happens when time shifts, and the fate of two men are realigned. They no longer remembered him, had no longer any memory of his passing. A gateway did open, however, for a new straddler in the turmoil that swet all worlds, all universes, and all beyond. A thud and a dull clang, followed soon after by a series of dwarven curses, including a very prominent 'Orc kissin' gnome-licker!', came to their ears, a ways away. Though the piles of trash were somewhat large, the smaller clefts could not hide the rather hefty looking weapon sticking out from the earth, completely unremarkable in design. A boy, seemingly no more than eighteen, rubbed his ribs disconcertingly, getting uneasilly to his feet. Kicking the sword -- nearly twice the boy's length, and most acertaedly twice his width, the blade was planted deep enough in the ground though it had only fallen from a small height, -- and cursing as he rubbed his foot. "The next time we be fallin' from a hole in th' ground, I'll be putting ye under me." He muttered, waggling a finger at his weapon. Slender in appearance, he seemed almost an elf, but the green tinge to his temples, and the green ridges on his pointed ears told otherwise. Some would think that it was a dwarf in an elf's body by the accent, a strange occurence indeed. A golden bracer, etched with many different letterings all across its flat surface, glimmered softly as a hand went to the hilt, gripping hard as he tugged the clumsy weapon out from the earth. Dusting off the tip of the sword, the 'elf' shouldered his weapon, appearing not to have any problem lifting the thing. His eyes caught sight of something, people, walking in a loosely formed group not far from his own position. "Aye, that'd be a good place tae start if any."