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 Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 2:19 am
A chilly volcanic beach, it is very rocky and foggy most of the time. Sea Lions and other game are here though, which makes for prime hunting grounds. 
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 6:42 pm
Cerra continued walking along the ragged stretch of beach. She had her bow in hand and her daggar in her hilt on her left hip. In a couple of hours, she would eventually arrive at her first stop- a small village.
The last few days kept replaying in her head as she walked; keeping her mind busy on something other than the tedious repetition of moving her feet forward.
Kopytich and the man in the dark cloak had talked for several hours; she was ordered out of the room and not to interupt their conversation. Once, she had brought them some tea, but when she had entered the room with the tray, they were dead silent; the only sound was of her muffled footsteps on the wooden floor.
She had handed them their teacups and saucers and started to pour tea into the mysterious man's cup. She kept thinking it was strange that the man had never taken off his coat- or even his hood for that matter- when all of a sudden, his cup fell out of the saucer in his hand and towards the floor. Cerra reached out and caught the teacup before it could shatter, not spilling a drop of the hot tea that was inside of it.
After apologizing and filling up Kopyitch's cup, she had left the room. An hour or two later, the man left. Kopyitch called her out to clear the table and take the dishes back into the kitchen. She did so and retreated back to her room giving Kopyitch a slight nod of her head.
She entered her room and quietly shut the door behind her. Heading over to her dresser on the opposite side of the room, she turned to her right and noticed a small package leaned up against her wardrobe. Perplexed, she bent down and opened it up. Inside was a small golden ring with a piece of paper rolled up inside of it. It read:
Raised inside these cabin walls,
Is who shall prevent the Winter's fall;
Dawn your armour, you're a gaurdian above;
And forever protect the ones you love.
Cerra sighed aloud as she recalled the words for the umpteenth time. She had read that message so many times that night that she could practically recite it word for word in her sleep. Absently twisting the ring that was now on her finger, she picked up her pace following the beach; she was starting to tire from walking all day and wanted to reach her destination as quickly as possible.
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