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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 18, 2011 19:49:29 GMT -5
Lysand bit back on his anger, voice cold and devoid of emotion. "You cannot take from me anything that I would more willingly part with." He fixed the ambassador with a cold stare, mind drifting back to his words. Annoying prick. As if he would really let the kingdom fall. Even if he was the only one holding it up, he wasn't going to let it fall. It wouldn't fall. It couldn't fall. Not as long as he was still standing.
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Jan 18, 2011 20:00:18 GMT -5
Brenthor just shook his head before leaving the training room. He had more important things to do than to deal with Lysand being the arrogant prick that he is. He hoped he ripped open that shoulder of his enough to bleed to death. Alliance or not, he was fairly certain that Lysand was going to be a source of his problems. In fact... He was fairly certain that only Brenthor had what it took to keep the kingdom from falling. If only they weren't all too foolish to see that... Then again, it was probably too late anyway.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 18, 2011 20:02:17 GMT -5
FINNNNNNNN~
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