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Post by Urias on Jun 24, 2012 20:36:44 GMT
A forest, with trees, and some rocks, and perhaps a river or two. You know the good shit.
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Post by Urias on Jun 24, 2012 20:38:00 GMT
Urias walks with Bearic along the trail heading South.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 24, 2012 20:56:13 GMT
Bearic was in a bad mood again.
*Go here, go there, go to the far ends of the earth. When will we be home again? I miss home. I don't like these forests. They smell odd.*
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Post by Urias on Jun 24, 2012 20:58:16 GMT
*I can give you wings to fly home if you want.* Urias states. *You would be home in no time if you where to fly.*
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 24, 2012 21:08:17 GMT
*I can't leave you here alone. You need me to protect you from bad men in metal coats. But I don't care about this thing? This cauldron? I don't understand it.*
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Post by Urias on Jun 24, 2012 22:47:42 GMT
It is something that if put in the wrong hands, would not be good for anyone. Including you. Urias states simply.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 24, 2012 23:25:49 GMT
*I am not afraid. We have seen many odd things in our travels. But magic things are nothing to we bears.*
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Post by Urias on Jun 25, 2012 6:28:02 GMT
*Magic things may be of no consequence, but actions caused by those magical things may very harm you bears.*
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 25, 2012 10:46:50 GMT
Bearic answered with a sceptical growl. Urias was reminded that for all their friendship and communication, even the most intelligent of bears lacked human powers of reason.
*All bears look alike to most men. The woman and her knight would not know me if I were with my tribe.*
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Post by Urias on Jun 25, 2012 20:20:28 GMT
*Yet that would not stop them from destroying your entire tribe. Trust me, we are doing this for a good reason.*
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 25, 2012 20:43:03 GMT
*Why would they destroy my tribe when they don't know where they live?*
Bearic seemed genuinely confused.
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Post by Urias on Jun 25, 2012 20:51:49 GMT
* If they where to actually find your tribe which is not likely.* Urias claims growing tired of trying to explain this to the bear.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 25, 2012 22:16:49 GMT
Bearic growled and they moved on. On the second day of their travels, they came to a woodland camp site. There were two horses tied to a low-hanging branch and man sat roasting a pigeon over the fire. He looked up interestedly as he saw them.
"Greetings traveller."
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Post by Urias on Jun 26, 2012 20:44:54 GMT
"Good day to you." Urias says glad of someone else to talk to then the Bear. "May we share your fire as we rest our tired legs?" He asks of the man, pointing to him and Bearic.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 26, 2012 21:26:54 GMT
The man's eyes widened as he saw the bear, and he reached for his sword.
"What manner of man travels with a bear? Are you a sorceror, or a demon?"
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