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- Posted: Fri, 01 Feb 2013 23:06:20 +0000
Xenith steped off the train to ponyvile with his hood drawn over his head even though the Shaman Zacora lived not from from ponyvile he chose best to be discrete. He walk twords the marketplace and bought some provisions for his trip into the everfree. "Though not from a cocktrace stare, a trip to the everfree might save that mare." He said as he put away some apples and alfalfa cubes.( hay jerky! biggrin ) his stomach growled as he decided to eat in town before his trip into the forest
Noble tought and look twords his sword." I'm not sure, but the legand goses that the sword's wisdom is passed down through the generations.. Could that be litteral? Could the sword be showing me how to strike with such an effect?" He said worried. If his sword was mastering him, then how good of a swords pony was he realy?