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 Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 7:08 pm
Faolan had to stop himself from cursing as he hurried to follow Alamon home. It was true that he had no idea how many had been lost to Blade Peak; he didn’t want to know. Too many had been his friends, or at least comrades he’d liked to have with him during his shift. They had all died; even he had to admit that. There really was no denying it. But gods curse it, he wasn’t going to let that happen Alamon! He couldn’t. Alamon was the only family he still had. Why were they even sending him on this? He wasn’t a soldier. Sure, everyone in Marabolous had to defend the city, but there was a difference between defending your home and being sent on a suicide mission. Something should only be left to soldiers.
“Curse it all,” he muttered under his breath as he reached Alamon. Raising his voice he said, “You are not dying tomorrow.” Before Alamon could argue, or make some snarky remark, he hurried home to pray and organize his room.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 2:24 pm
Four guards from various squads, and several drovers with two lines of burden-beasts each stood by the quartermasters as dawn broke. Only about 6 of the beasts were being loaded with supplies, implying that the brass expected this mission to succeed where the last several hadn't.
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Aidan-Terran Vice Captain
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