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Post by Toustain Roumare on Jan 20, 2017 21:54:31 GMT
Toustain walked up to his sister. "Bad luck." he said. "You fought well." He turned to Ramsay. "Well fought. Who do you fight now?"
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Jan 21, 2017 8:31:00 GMT
"I assume the demoness who beat you with a stick." He looked to his adoptive mother figure with an inquiring look. He intended to have a more in-depth discussion with her later, but for now, his focus was on the contest.
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Jan 21, 2017 11:31:57 GMT
"You'd better not lose in that case." replied Toustain with a careless laugh. "Let's see if you're as quick as she is."
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Jan 23, 2017 15:04:50 GMT
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. One does not win a dance by outtrotting your partner, else I might no longer still be here." He spoke to the paladin, but he looked at his sister.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 24, 2017 0:16:41 GMT
Wynnter shook her head, "It is not a true tournament. Just people testing themselves against one another. If you two wish a bout no one else has volunteered currently.
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Jan 27, 2017 1:41:58 GMT
After the Sheriff had finished explaining, he looked at Toustain with an inviting eyebrow.
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Jan 29, 2017 20:36:02 GMT
Toustain laughed. "Fight the demoness with the stick and then we'll see."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 29, 2017 22:22:40 GMT
Wynnter suddenly looked at the sky. "It grows late. The feast is soon. You two should head along there." Wynnter walks back to the grounds to close up the melee.
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